《The Final Coronation》

1587, February 8th. England, Fotheringhay Castle. That was, a, damp, and, biting cold "Morning." Mary Stuart, this, once, simultaneously, possessed "Scotland" and "France" two "Crowns" Queen, after, being, imprisoned, nineteen years, finally, walked onto, her, life's "End Point."

In her, surrounding "Enemies'" eyes, this, was, a, period. Is a, persisted for decades "Political Game's," final "Victory." They, saw, a, "black-robe"-wearing, "stripped" "of 'everything'" "Prisoner." A, lost "Kingdom," lost "Freedom," and, soon, to lose "Life" "Failure."

She, quietly, walked into, the great hall. Walking toward, that, long ago, for her, prepared, "black-cloth"-covered "Platform." She, (was) calm, and, noble. As if, that, was not "the Scaffold," but, her, own "Throne."

Then, that, enough, by, history "to be remembered" "Moment," arrived. At, life's "Very end," she, began, with her own hands, to take off, that, symbolizing "Mourning" and "Death" "Black outer-robe." As if, "fading away," this "World," imposed upon her, all "Definitions" and "Judgments."

And, when "the Black-robe," from her "Shoulder," slipped, that moment, the entire "Hall's" "Air," "froze." Beneath that, deathly "Black," that which, revealed, was, a, like "Flame," burning, like "Blood," dazzling——Deep Red. Is, the Catholic Church's, that, symbolizing "Martyr," highest, "Ceremonial Color."

In that moment, she, completed, a, no one predicted, and, no one could "Stop" "Transformation." She, took, a "Public Execution," thoroughly, "Translated" (it) into, a "Private Coronation." She, took, her, life's "End Point," sublimated (it) into, her "Faith's" "Triumph."

Her "Enemies," could, take her "Life," yet, had no way, to take, her, "defining" her "life's," that, final "Sovereignty." The Crown, long ago, (was) not "on the head." The Kingship, always, (was) "in her heart."

That, "Deep Red," was, her, for her, "scar" and "crack" filled life, that which (she) crowned, final, and, most magnificent——"Ash of Roses."