Wicca

Souls flutter away, lost
from their bodies, burning
down below. Only a few still scream
the rest are lost to the blackness
trapped forever in an endless dream
of carnage and blood.

The friar gives a mighty scream
telling how their souls are lost
to the Lord, condemned to burn
in Hell for sins and magic black
”They spilled innocent blood
and destroyed innocent dreams!”

A small boy watches his sister burn.
How could the father, dressed in black
stand there and speak of innocent blood
when he was the one who caused those girls’ screams?
He was the one who crushed all those dreams?
How could he speak of innocence lost?

She feels stuck in a dream,
this cannot be real. She’s burning
and piercing the night with her screams.
‘This must be a dream in which I am lost’
she thinks as she slowly falls into the blackness
fainting from smoke, heat, and loss of blood.

“Our crops were burned,
our money lost!”
The masses scream
faceless in the black
cover of night. They dream
of vengeance, of witches’ blood.

In the crowd with hair of black
stands a young man lost
in thought. lost in dreams
of long ago, when she did scream
as the captured her, spilled her blood,
and condemned her to burn.

One girl is not lost in screams,
for witches’ black magic protects her blood.
Only the dreamers around her will burn.

Ponyboy Curtis

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