A vision born in the river of death
and a sigh of love beneath its depth
a wave of grace trapped in the red moon
the pillar of lies lurking in the court room
the silent cries of men behind her banner
echoed in the minds of men dressed as badger
the shadow of the king, pockets soaked in her blood
the men behind the walls of Orléans crushed in the mud
forty-two men with no eyes and a poisoned truth
have come to steal the light of a vision in her youth
the wooden cross on her chest, the mirror of light
a promise of love burned for ever in her plight
By Cameron Brio - April 2026