. The Duke D’Alençon Meets Joan of Arc What task from the dauphin comes to me hence? A lowly maid now seeks his audience. This Joan, a girl from province unheard of, They say she can hear voices from above. I care not for such things, but like the rest Of wenches whom I’ve bedded can attest: Tonight we travel, my chance won’t be missed. I’ll have my way with her, she can’t resist. Lo, there she is! But say, what can it be That strikes my heart beyond what eyes can see? One look at her and all my thoughts are changed From carnal lusts to purity exchanged. The presence of this maid does overwhelm As if she came down from angelic realm. The thoughts that flood my mind are only chaste. We journey on, my wicked plans erased. The morning comes, to Chinon we’ve arrived. Her holy presence has my faith revived. The whole night in my carriage she did pray And my poor soul now sees the light of day. As she departs, I cry, “Pray for me, Joan!” A solemn nod, she leaves me all alone. Mon Dieu! I now repent, I’ll fight for Thee! Thanks be for sending Joan to rescue me. . . Mr. Ben Broussard lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. He is a full time volunteer with the American Society of the Defense of Tradition, Family and Property (TFP).