stretch my haunted neck
upon some bloody block
that hooded headsman
hoists his hungry axe
wanting blood
seeking gauntlet death
that last earthly thing
I shall ever see
a willow basket full
of dribbled tortured heads
decapitated lives
death's gruesome mosaic
brilliantly smeared across
those bloodied faces
remember one cannot fake it
recall Mary Queen of Scots
death encompassed by a stony castle arch
those unforgiving politics
like remorseless bloody pastoral March

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