The last words of the girl

as she laid herself down to die,

to drown in water,

lovelorn, love sick, driven mad

by an indecisive soul and one who

dismissed her and urged to attend

to more saintly needs, more virginal attire

and to praise a God that let her down,

these words were unheard

except by anyone who cares to listen

with intention, with thought in their minds

to hear quietly, the silent

mutterings of one driven

to the point of death;

hush now as she lays down

in waters cold and allows sleep

to arrive; she speaks though her words

are unrecorded…beauty, there is

no beauty but danger now in Denmark.

Ian D. Hall 2016