A revolution in her life occurs;
The sans-culottes once more forget their fear –
Another prison falls, her life detours.
This prison guard was nice: he fed her cakes,
And let her have some paper and a pen,
And every morning, when the sun awakes,
He’d let her peek through cracks within their den.
“So there’s the moon,” her prison guard would claim,
“But don’t enjoy its light too long, for there
Is madness in its gaze, and all-the-same
Another comes tomorrow just as fair.”
But in her journal she did daily write,
“His kindness traps me in eternal night.”
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