Shytty title I know. I'll think of something. Any Suggestions? It has no set pattern. So don't bytch.

The Burning


She was so young so,


As I watched


As they bind her

Hands and feet

Rejected by all

and cursed

Like a demon

Caught and sentenced

For Witchcraft

She held her head


Too proud to look


She faced her accusers

And was dragged

To her death

She welcomed it

Chained to her fate

Flames tasting her flesh

I heard her screams

Of anguish

The pain of her cries

The stench of burning

Her death surrounds me

Yet at the end

I smile

For despite my sadness

I knew she would be free

And accepted

In her arms.