The respected Mage
Was Condemned
The Witch was put to Death
Like vermin they were hunted down
Till there was nothing left
The Fearful ones they circle round
To watch the innocent burn
The churches Twisted Power Play
Those Heathens never learn
Don’t look at the face of a Burning Witch
Her eyes will Steal your Soul
As flames consume the body
Bad Karma takes its toll
As the Blood Flows
From Crimson Wounds
So the tides will surely turn
And we’ll Return and we’ll play again
Those Heathens never learn…
What did you think
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Nice Poem!
You use your words well. I have had many thoughts and dreams of the burning times. They always ended with me being burned to the stake..I love this poem. Excellent work!
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Thank you for the comment, Being burned at the stake has always been somthing that i've felt stronly about. I've wanted to do more writing with this particular theme, this was just the first one I came up with.
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