Burning of the Witch
THE BURNING OF THE WITCH
Here burns she in the grip of death
her end and tragedy
rejoicing to her final breath
and what is meant to be.
Repenting not for what she's done
those deeds both dark and bleak
to summon hate when there was none
except what devils speak.
She's weaved the nightmare, cast her spell
for which she's now to burn
forever in the pits of hell
from which she'll never learn.
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet aka Ron Wilson
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