28 September 2012
There were seven men Around a pyre, Their touches held aloft, Ready for a fire.
The moon was full, Yet the night was still. No howl or caw, No breeze of wind, Or whispers from the trees.
The men circling the pyre did not look evil as such, But a look in their eyes proved something wasn't quite right.
A young girl was there, Looking all mangled and rough, She used to be pretty, But now, Her lip bleeding, Her eyes red and black. Her dress torn and ripped, And Her hair in clumps.
One man stepped forward, And flicked his wrist, "Tie the witch up" he spat.
She struggled, She pulled, Cried and yelled out, But To no avail She could not escape, Their hands or the rope.
Tied against the pyre, She pleaded "please, Please let me free. I am innocent, no crime have I committed against thee"
The men laughed at her, "Quiet Bitch" One called, "Your crimes are known, you are one of Satans whores, cursed our lands with a death, to rid of it, we need to rid of thee. Now light this godly fire, and let us watch this witch burn and repent her sins against God and his loyal sheep"
"I do not sin, nor am I of hell!" She yelled, But they did not listen to a word she said, And threw their torches in to the waiting wood pile.
The fire licked its way up to her dress, Climbing and seeping through her clothes to kiss her virgin flesh. She screamed, and screeched, Her tears were singed off. What left of her hair caught the fire. Then the screams stopped, The night was again silent. Though the fire was not finished consuming her.
The men smiled and moved from the pyre, They were pleased with themselves. "We have done Gods work" They claimed. "To rid of Satans hand upon our herd"
But they did not know, That a witch they sought, Saw this misdeed from middle to present.
"HOW DARE YOU" She called out, The shadows parted her body, "How dare you claim you do good, do a gods work, when all you do is satisfy your needs, claiming innocent are your version of guilty! For this You shall pay a penance for your sins"
They laughed, Believed her a harmless simple woman, Easy to scare. Easy to kill. "And what could you do wench, there are seven of us and a mere you!" One did speak up.
"Haha you believe me simple and harmless, but hear me now, for your acts you shall pay a dear price" She raised her hands, And the air did stir, Collecting dark clouds above her head. "For the sins you burn, you shall now collect, let thou seven demons in you be revealed to everyone, so mote it be done!" The fire roared, The air howled, The earth creaked, The rain fell.
The night was alive with sound, The screams of the dead they killed travelled through the hills.
When all was done, The spell had cast. The witch was gone, The men looked about fearfully. But there was no sign of anyone, The fire had died and the night was again silent. They laughed it off, It was just coincident.
They rode off in to the night, Believing to be safe, But the curse they believed fake, Followed them in their wake....
To be continued...
©minxyMolly
Seven Cursed • Opuss № I