Burn Your Wings

the last thing i saw was my true love's tear
glistening through the haze of the smoke
i wanted to tell him, once more, not to fear
for me, for my soul, but could only choke
on the pitch, and the words i never spoke
i pray, somehow, were made known in despite
of this nightmare from which we never woke
my true clothes replaced by garments once white
when they stole my name in the lingering night
and brought me out here before gawking eyes
i held my head high, though it took all my might
to stand tall as i heard their accusatory cries
they tied me in the square and then lit the flame
the last thing i heard was my love scream my name