A princess reduced to ashes, they say,
Stripped from all her glory and fame,
And to the grave cathedral’s bells, she fades away.
A perfect fallen angel, they seemed to say,
She was innocent and pure as a gentle flame,
But it’s all too late, for she has gone out to play.
A misunderstood one, they refused to say,
Until she was forced to bow and take the blame,
Only then did they realize she was wrongly castaway.
A rose dripping blood, they didn’t know to say,
Bloody and bruised, a part of their twisted game,
On that fateful day, she was put on display.
"Shame they know not.
Shame they care not.