He stood over her with a menacing stare bearing down
She sat with her hands in her lap, her yellow hair flowing all around
The generals and couriers all waited for the sign of final surrender
Four years of struggle had led to this moment and now, the battle would end here
And he said
Come to my chamber tonight
And all will be well for them
And she cried
Honor demands that I die
Before I would let you win
She fell to her knees from the blow, and there was blood in her mouth
As the torturer unsheathed his sword, the commander looked out over the crowd
The cleric advised her that this was the last chance for her to beg for forgiveness
She looked to the sky, she had tears in her eyes as he said
You know you can end this, if you will
Come to my chamber tonight
All will be well for them
And she cried
Honor demands that I die
Before I would let you in
I will not bow to you, she said
I will not let myself go now
You have no power over me
And as he reached for her
She threw herself from the balcony
The people looked up as she fell
Down, down, to the ground