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" Burn and die! Punishment from HIGH! " Chanted the pitiless crowd
while the fire engulfed her lean and bruised body stung by a large bee;
" Eleanor is not a PRINCESS! " "She's an imposter! " Another voice rose loud:
" Witches aren't Christians! " A priest flashing a cross made from wreaths
incited them, then all engaged in vile chant to avenge a wickedness never done;
" I am a Christian and I'm BLESSED! " Never did I such evil deeds! "
But one with a torch in his hand challenged her tossing a long bone,
" This is what you will become of you...a witch who brewed herbs and seeds!"
" No ! " She defended herself, " It was the medicine to cure your sick baby! "
" My death will hunt you and put a curse on your children and teens! "
Eleanor emitted a forced scream being suffocated by smoke and fire,
" KING, come and save your young lover who tended to your manly needs;
why has pity dwindled in you? " Have lies diminished the LIGHT of truth, so blithe,
by not letting this GEM sparkle in your domineering sight? Have I lost all hope? "
Stop their cruel chanting! Never will I remain silent, unless I'm unable to breathe! "
And leaning her head forward without STRENGHT, as if death had already come ,
" Why is intelligence taught in a school of learning, what good is it without wisdom?"
" The bad witches hide in their RETREAT...while this good one is being burned alive!"
Entered in Mystic Rose's contest,
" Plucky By Nine "
Written by Andrew Crisci