I Wrote this after seeing the movie... Joan of Arc

Remembering Joan

Beating drums
surrounding me
circling, encircling
Torturing me.
I’m not the one
they think I am
but dying here
inside the flame
while yellow orange
consumes my flesh
my soul is free
outside my self
with wanton lust
and scorching flame
they burn my shell
but not my name.
Some will rise
and shout my name
not hypnotized
by dancing flame..
As the embers
cool, subside
Satan laughs
while others cry.
And though I am
a mound of dust
My ashes scream
In God I trust....

© vrd5/28/2000