Three of swords

The swan lies in pain
Upon the cold stone wall
Three swords penetrate her flesh
One right through her heart

There seems to be no struggle
Perhaps she sacrificed herself
But who was she saving
Why didn't she save herself?

She does not allow herself to cry
She does not shed a tear
Except for the crimson blood
Staining your snowy feathers red

Who would dare to kill a creature
That captures pure innocence
Who would betray an animal
That didn't do anything to them?