Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Slice in Time

Her face did blanch as blood did drain.

Her eyes stared out upon the crowd,

Now with no hint of any pain.

Her ears heard not the cheering loud.

On beveled ledge her head did rest.

Her body slumped inches apart.

Still in the prison garb was dressed.

All movement ceased with her stilled heart.

Blood red turned mauve still dripping there,

Where blade had severed 'twixt and 'tween.

Dandelion seeds blown in her hair.

Punished by the French guillotine.

The Revolution did behead.

Queen Marie Antoinette be dead.