The once was a lovely maiden

Whose face shined like steel and silver

She was just a hallow shell seen by many men

Iron thorns cover the inside of her.

She has watched many who have been condemned

In the age of darkness and torment

For her cold body and mind assisted with their end

And to Death’s doorstep they were sent.

She wept tears of blood

For each poor soul that hath faced the chain

Their only possession is but an unnamed stone in the shallow mud

Their bodies laden with holes during the bloody reign in Spain.

As time reduced castles to sand

She now watches from a glass cage

No longer a tool of the devil’s hand

But just another mark on history’s page.