I see you there, as they tense for warfare.
Standing there, with your innocent stare.
Is this what you call it, that God is glorifying?
Here we are now, between the dead and dying.
At your prophecies and glory they manifest their disdain,
lying in passive wait while our enemies reign.
Devoted to the holy all-powerful one above,
If only you knew that "By command of the King of Heaven"
would come the death of love.
I know the place you will be when they are vilifying,
but how are they going to see when the truth is blinding?
You won't be able to do a thing when the dark is rising,
and you won't be able to cease its terrorizing.
I remember how the sunset burned
when you fell from your wound.
Visions and striving passion never listened to surrender,
For you were on a mission from the highest master above.
Meant to lead victory over the slaughter,
like a dagger through spitting water,
you ensued this for the death of love.
And Gilles had prized your spectacle,
Your shield of true white armor
that you shone against the English in a flood of bright light,
as they continued to charge out into the night....
Now I know where you are as the sky is burning;
Now I cannot keep my stomach from its churning.
Even when they caught Joan's breath,
Her words fought and left a divine scar.-
"For only in the grip of darkness, will we shine amidst the brightest stars."
