Joan, the girl, met messengers from heaven.
One time, two others with her saw them, too.
Archangel Michael, Gabriel, and hosts
Noticing while discerning she obeyed.
Over and over she attended mass.
Forgetting not their guiding instructions.
Armored with her banner and faith she led.
Royal armies soon saved beloved France.
Chauchon and half-truths bought the maiden death.
Joan of Arc, forgiving and faithful, was burned without complaint.
England's revenge, a martyr's glories, now, an innocent saint.
© February 24, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: MAVERICKS
Sponsor Cyndi MacMillan
Form: Acrostic with a Couplet refrain.