I was but seventeen, a Christian Greek
A modest girl who swore to wed her Lord
I did not know my death would last a week
In prison, at the hands of Muslim swords
A janissary burned with lust for me
Proposing with both wealth and naked blade
Chained, I was sent to Thessaloniki
To force me to deny by Christ I'm saved
Through tortures I kept praying to my God
In silence did I bear the rods and knives
The other prisoners begging them to stop
Until at last I offered up my life
The Muslims shamed, they let the Christians go
To bury me and let my tale be known
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Saint Kyranna of Thessaloniki
SpiritualThe martyrdom of a young Greek saint, at the hands of an Ottoman janissary, told in the form of a sonnet. Cover: https://www.deviantart.com/eph-san1634/art/Greek-Saint-Kyranna-870173277
