a dark room
sitting in a corner
body covered in blood
but never slumber
but she saw them when they lit the flames
not only was she scared
she wished she’d be claimed
but no one would
to all the peoples eyes she was a witch
and her body never being washed
so she reeked an awful sent
and she stared at the one who was tossed
her body slowly burning in the fire
all the villagers cheering in joy
but the lest she expected was that the flames grew hire
they pulled her out onto the stage like a toy
she looked at all their faces in terror
bloody tears ran down her face
she prayed that she would be buried
she never saw such a disgrace
they took her by her hair
and threw her in the fire
her flesh burned
but her soul was would never expire
she took her hands and held them up to the sky
and with the fire
her soul said good bye