The Pale One

Up the wooden hill where the fir tree spills rustic autumn and soil, cries of "The pale one". All in arms, pitchforks at the ready. "Burn the witch! Be gone!" An equivocal in cloth, commanding at the front held holy book aloft, "A man or woman who is a medium or spiritist, among you, must be put to death." - Leviticus 20:27 Young eyes amongst the townsfolk holding on with all their might to their mothers and fathers, little did they know, as with the "experienced, treachery and deceit lurks in the shadows. Hair in hand, Frightened and befouled, the pale one towed to their fate. Now a spectacle to the stone-blind, "Any last words to thy God? We shall stand and witness flames skin you to ash!" "The pale one" utters no sound, accepted one's doom? Within the depths of one's soul shouts; "No one who does good work will ever come to a bad end either here or in the world to come." - Lord Krishna