Witch
I remember the sight of the moon that night
as they came to avenge her unintended slight.
Her words were trite, inadvertently light
when she denied that she had caused the blight
that killed the kids through her ritual rite.
“Witch!” they called her, whether black or white.
To the stake she was tied without a fight
but she knew that she was in the right,
so, in pure delight, she laughed and laughed with all of her might
as the flames, alight, burned to a staggering height.
10/22/2017
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017
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