A Witch's Trial

Death is what they say. 

To a witch in the dark times. 

She cried when they gave her sentance. 

but they didnt care. 


Her heart sank down low as they broungth the pole. 

The towns people screamed for her to die. 

they thought she was evil but they were wrong. 


A death was sentance to an innocent girl in the dark times
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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