A figure cloaked in white
Walking step by step
Slowly, across the cold ground
All eyes on her
As she strode to her fate
Her feet echoing through the halls
Mixing with the noise of mourning
Mourning for her life
Her eyes are covered
All she sees is darkness
Yet she knows what awaits her
She listens to her mourners
She listens to the sound of her feet
Her heart pounds to the rhythm
Jane can hear them all around her
Watching her with glazed eyes
She can feel them all around her
She is gently directed down to her knees
She reaches out to find solid ground
She is met with the chopping block
She hears the cries that vibrate through the air
She hears the metal scraping her way
A figure cloaked in white
Soon to be stained red