By Draconic Spirit

Pain wracks my body
Yet onward I press
Sweat drips and stings
My dry, bloodshot eyes
Tangled, blood caked hair
Whips about my head
Lashing and stinging my face.

Screams and yells deafen my ears
Torch light dances behind
Yet no comfort does it bring,
Just pain and fear.

My accusers chase me on
If caught I burn or drown
Escape the only recourse
So pressing onward I go
To escape fears of witchcraft
From the land of my birth.