I carried a scarlet cross for her

Dark as His blood

I held it high for the sake of my

Own dearest love

I heard the men I’d never marry

Judge with words in haste

Waiting for His tender mercy

As tears melt on my face

The witness of a cowering woman

Weighs nothing in this prose

The blood of the martyrs

Feeds the field as it grows

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