Spite my Face

The fleet had arrived at the shore 

Hoarding foreign men with villainous intentions.

They were berserkers, murderers, rapists.

An urgent meeting was called and the head nun spoke.

“These men will ravish us and bring dishonour upon the house of our Lord, these are men of filthy desires and shall try to steal us of our chasity.”

The other nuns were panicked and whipped to a frenzy.

“But we will not allow them to steal from us our chaste. We will rid ourselves of such trivial things as beauty, of lust. We shall bear scars to rid us of their advances.”

The raiders landed ashore and advanced upon the church where they were to be greeted by women they believed to be cursed. 

For what remained of their faces was but the eyes and the mouth but no longer a nose.

Without lust nor passion the raiders instead took their energy towards a different pursuit.

They set alight the church, engulfing it in what appeared like the flames of hell.

The nuns wailed in terror as they were locked inside.

However chaste they remained, chaste they died.