Rape

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Pulling it back, out of my eyes,
A rending and a scream there,
Blood poured down screaming cries,
Hands latched onto my hair.

Strong arms held me down,
My face to the stone was placed,
Upon my head my crown was worn,
A linen sack blood encased.

And as I listen to the yells,
From somewhere distant to me,
I hear also the church bells,
Neither them can I see.