The child’s anguish has made her languish.
The child endured a callous curse.
Where was her divine nurse?
She dies because of her avail.
Phallic was her veil.
Now she’s in iniquities jail.
Gallic little girl.
Guardian to her faith.
Now a praised saint.
A halo was her paint.
The inferno is what made her faint.
Serve your shores.
Fight your wars.
You shall have holy doors.
Your struggle will bring some king trouble.
Your life was so subtle.
Because of your rebuttal.