A witchs tale as she being burned at the stake. |
Hellfire Holding to the hope, that their love for her would be more powerful than their fear, and their hate Knowing it wouldn't, knowing the words form the bishop, was poison Seeing the pain, the fear, from those she once called neighbors, and friends Seeing this in them, she lost what hope she had As she move forth to her doom As the men smile at her fear As the women turn the children away, as if she was a animal She cries out from the pain that those she once called friends, pull away form her As she tried, her pain, her fear, and her shadows come out to play As those she care for, and healed, and loved Turn away, saying she a devil, a demon, and a killer As she is tried for crimes against the church And is to be killed, and burn at the stake Giving the chance to say what she can to fight for herself But as her words live her lips, the poison of the bishop word linger in their eyes She stops, knowing her words mean nothing to them, any longer As she is pulled to the post, and tried down, her child comes to mind, and a tear runs down her face, harm against the thought of death She cry's out when the fire begins burn away her last hope, her child And she sees her baby, her hope, for the last time, before the smoke burns her eyes, before the last of her breath is used in a cry of pain as the hellfire burns her life away... Her last thought is "I'll never see her grow old, I'll never see my grandchildren, I will never feel her arms around me again, that I'll never see her again, after this." As the last moment when the fire started to burn, a child standing there watching her mother die, screamed out for her mother pain, for the life she lost, for the hope she lost, and for the witch see watched burn. |