Mary Queen of Scots

The smell of blood floated through the air
As the cry of help shrieked out of their lungs.
But it just put a smile on my face
As I licked the drops that splattered off their fallen grace.

Their pleas, I ignored.
Their pities, I abhorred.

But what more could I adore
Than from what their sunken faces
Had appalled.

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