No one knew her truly. She was but a shadow. A ghoul, chasing from Room to room Any thoughts of rebellion, Any chance of freedom. They say that light comes To those that die, But I say that only the Curtain of night awaits. And even in that midnight The faint pinpricks of light Are enough to keep the Dead from re-living The wrongs in their life. So go, then, go. Go on and be. Join with those pinpricks As a new constellation We look to when dying. And we will make New sayings and new tales Of the ghosts of the North.
Mary, Queen of Scots, Mary Stuart, Queen of Scotland, was executed today in 1587.