Originally Written: July 17th, 2001
My heart begins to beat in fear.
No knight is near to save my skin,
I’m going to be burned, there’s no way to win.
“A witch, a witch!” they cry,
As a tear falls from my eye.
“Burn her, hill her!” they scream,
And I pray to God it’s just a dream.
They roughly tie me to the wooden pole,
The ropes trying to cut into my very soul.
The crowd laughs and jeers at me
As I’m put on display for all to see.
The fire is lit, the kindle starts to burn,
The ropes hold tight as I twist and turn,
The flame licks my feet and I scream in pain,
But I know that scream was only in vain.
The flames grow tall and time moves slow,
My heart cries out to the people below.
I take a shuddering breath and look into the night,
And I smile as Death finally comes into sight.
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