Joan of arc

Why was your heart so dark

As the stories you were told

An those morning eves

Or is thy heart gold

And pure

Or just as cold as ice

Hack slash slice

You took a chance on a roll of the dice

You screwed up you’re plan

But you did what you can

You were a token

In the great heist

Your life

Ummmmmmm. I just wrote this off the top of my head.