29 October 2012
I stood upon the burning pyre,
My 'deeds' reflected in the fire,
Accusations thrown around,
Me? Not heard above the sound,
The heat of flames across my skin,
An echo of my every 'sin',
Voiceless yet convicted here,
Of being 'darke', an evil 'seer',
A 'witch' they told me, sung my name,
And now I've lost this unfair game,
The fire is eating innocence,
They all dream of repentance,
But why should I when I'm accused,
Falsely and now I am abused,
I'm not a witch.
I never was.
But they can't see.
They won't.
Because...
All they need's to fear a power,
And I was there at the needed hour.
Not A Witch. • Opuss № I