the soul thoroughly godless

 in the middle of October

when the first snow of the season fell

people ardently gathered to watch

a, now, powerless noble's death

in the blood red square

'the tormentor and bloody killer'

was hanging from her neck in a outdoor 

for everyone to delightfully stare

with the illuminism getting closer,

the veiled threat was echoed over the hills and farther:

a warning to the royals about the aftermath of their abuse of power

Darya was the culprit

of dozens of tortured servants and their murders

certainly, it is beyond those numbers

although, her sentence was not a blood spill,

but isolated from the light, longer and darker

not a single bird singing was heard

only the Sundays liturgies by a straight tunnel

before that, the last request for her was to come clean

supervised and admonished for a month by a clergyman

but there was not a clue of repent in her

as so, Catarina, the great demanded:

prepare for a long lasting torture.

all her hopes rotted in dirt

as she will under the humid earth

it would be a never ending spree

if there was not the ruler

to bring some justice to the lower

this time, not inconspicuous or disregarded

but given the chance to be avenged

for all the crimes she did just because she could

"all punishments by which the human body can be mutilated are barbarism"

the great, back then evoked.

finally, the dehumanized being is held accountable

despite all the evidences, a confession was non-existent though

a mix of madness, manipulation and ego

thoroughly godless her soul

the people had a fortunated justice for that era

the insensible indifference yelled

the silence of the church came with a terrible truth:

the servants were nothing to them, nor to their God. Not a thing.

in the end,

the doubt remains:

by the prayers and liturgies in the eleven years,

was she thoughtful of her horrible wrong doings?

or just laid in the darkness,

the mind so distant, the pupils dilated,

the veins bulging due to the lack of inner and outer light?

no one will never know

for, now, along with the hopes,

she lies rotten in history.