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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