Mary of England part Two

My face is crushed, my hair bloody. My brothers face lies close to mine. I know we are both dying. He looks at me. I move closer our lips touch, he is my brother but I move closer and our hands touch, our lips touch.

He wants to remain like this till the end, but for the sake of our comrades memory I roll away.

Freezing a fraction of a second into an eternity.

Our eyes were fired together, oh what carnage but I do it for love. They'd taken everything you've ever taught me. I seek solitude, a fortress. I start decorating the horizon with people's brains. We are all dead.

There are some who fawn towards heaven, but for me I would lead them into ambush and display their heads on bloodied pikes.

I deliver the sword of justice and have sung a song to celebrate our victory. I could see my bayonet stuck between the man's teeth with the grass fresh with dew ... His blood was arching towards me, spraying my face. I stood over him my spit forming in my mouth falling perfectly.

I was afire with lust and patriotism as my bayonet sought to draw blood.

My victim was aged no more than fourteen, a boy soldier. I see myself as a crusader destined for glory & countless sins.

The church has blessed me so that I may go forth and destroy our enemies.

This is a holy war we fight for Richard the Lion.

The enemy is virile, the treasures on earth are more compelling to me than any heavenly infidel can provide.