Joan of Arcadia
Just a small village girl in such a big world
Feeding the animals in the quite fields
Smiling and singing, laughing too
Joan of Arcadia sang songs for you
A Leader, a Martyr, a Warrior and Saint
No military background a peasant girl quaint
Hearing God’s voice on the call for her life
A teenage girl drew sword by her side
She disguised herself as a man
Marched for eleven days as fast as she planned
To meet the Dauphine the heir to the thrown
To convince Him that she would fight for his own
This time she was met with great success
And an army was given the military best
The hundred year war between England and France
Would soon be led by the Saviour of France
At the tender young age of only seventeen
Joan would soon fulfil all her dreams
The Maid of Orleans’ by which she was known
Led France to victory and put Charles on the thrown
Now Joan of Arc was very smart
With armour and white horse, she battled till last
She fought the Burgundians and English at Orleans
And the whole of France stood proud like a team
But conspirators were mounting, her power too great
We will get rid of her and deal her, her faint
And Charles did send her on a bogus mission
Where she was captured and commissioned
The Burgundies keeping her for several months
No word from her King, she had goose bumps
Torturing her and questioning her on many things
They wanted a signed confession of sin
That the voices she heard were that of demons
When actually they were Saints that were beaming
They became furious when they couldn’t catch her out
Her humility and skill made heaven stand proud
Joan became tired and they got their result
Seventy charges they would invoke
One of those charges not to dress like a man
And Joan would be imprisoned for the rest of her span
The English weren’t happy with the French court
And set up a way so she broke an oath
They left her armour in her cell
Fore well knowing she would rebel
She broke their rule of wearing her armour
And they handed her over to the Church Fathers
She was tried for witch craft and heresy
At the age of nineteen burnt at the stake
There’s never been such hero of France
Joan was defiant at her last dance
Her spirit remained strong beneath those flames
But the people did cry you fools are insane
What a vicious assault on a beautiful life
Her murderers would soon see her great light
© Copyright KC.Leake
14th September 2015
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