Woman of the world did stand on the hearth;
looking out she watched the mob tear her fair hair.
"Why do you do this my people of Antioch? What have I done to deserve this? What have I done that you shout for my death. Did I kill a beggar in the street? Did I take the cloths from a freezing child? Do not take my life without purpose for I am mother, daughter, child, and lover."
One looked back with eyes of rage and death;
"You loves another" he said shaking his hand in the air.
"I love the fair Tiana, she brings me joy and comfort from the cold of night. She holds me when I am tired and sick. She takes me to different worlds of Plato and Aristotle. And yet that is why you kill me? For loving of a Woman of the World?"
Another of darker rage and retribution with lust in his eyes;
"You disgust us with your foul tongue," as he planted a blow.
"Goddess, God and Creator all do give me peace," she cried;
"...forgive these fools who know love not," as her soul flowed.