Summons of Life

Oh darling! the summons of the king have called me to his court. The king be pleased if I be scorched. The torch has mouths to feed. Esteemed courtiers and the great lords are in wait for me. To wanting to witness stripped naked my bare skin lit in flames. I was not convicted of witchcraft, nor did I perform black magic but punished for someone elses' sins, See my twisted kindness of this miserable life, I let myself burn for the spectators pleasure. All the dignitaries would talk of me, about my two minutes of fame. To be known while I am demanded by name, walking the line of diction of my unwritten heroism.