Guillotine

Tragedy knows no gender
Its blow is never tender

I went a few steps, bowed a knee.
The crowd waved like a raging sea

Their expression a giant mirror
Tonight I am no knight nor hero

I know my crime well, even relish it.
No grave will be dug, nor a candle lit.

For by my hands, death kissed my valentine
And I shall meet him by the guillotine.

Vera