So, this was an assignment for my English class. No one has ever rated me on my poetry so I would be grateful for some feedback. I will be putting all of my poetry into one collection. It will make it easier for me to keep track of. Thank you!

Witch Drums

Angered Cries rip me from my sleep as their hands drag me from my bed,

What did I do? Why do they want me dead?

Bound and gagged I am lifted by the stake..

My childhood friend wraps around my neck a bag of gunpowder,

To feed the burning fire power..

The red of the setting moon is matched only by the searing, red heat of the fire.

Witch! Is that their cry?

With the bang of the gunpowder they cheer as I die.

As the fire burns down with the rising of the sun,

The drum beats echo through the dell.

My bonds are cut and down I fall hearing gasps as they see that I am well.

Lying on the ground shaking and drawing in breath I hear them mutter amongst themselves.

And one by one I felt them leave me by the lake stream,

Walking back to the village in clouded forms as if in a dream

Alone, to be ostracized from my home,

Because I live not now in the mountain’s loam.