Martyr Poem by Abigail Telford

The twenty first was the day you faced
When the rings, they were placed
The boy beside you was too proud
Your own anguish far too loud
Neither wanted the other's hand
As was rumour throughout your land
At only fifteen you knew your mind
And his heart followed close behind
Your friend the sixth watched you both
As you fell within your oath
At first you and your lord could not bear
Allow to love, you would not dare
Yet when the sixth went he was with you
The subject of your heart, through and through
You wore a crown for all of nine days
You were the puppets in the next dark phase
Suddenly pushed aside and locked out of sight
For seven long months you were kept out of the light
In the tower where you both sadly resided
Until finally your fates were decided
Twelfth was the date he lost his life
One hour later you were free to be his wife
In the paradise you both dreamed of and sought
Away from the pain this cruel world brought
And you are eternal, your memory never to fall
As those four letters he'd carved, his love in the wall