Tears fail to put out fires

It was an uneasy night

far different from the rest

like knives poking at my stomach

could feel my heart trying to jump out of breast

Sound of footsteps crept into my ears

passed the bedroom window they grew near

The ringing of the chapel bell

something was happening but I couldn't tell

something terrible was coming, I found myself asking for help

Sudden banging at the door

Father?

the noise of footsteps got louder

as the voices outside began to roar

the village gathered

but, what for?

Witch!

I could see my reflection in their eyes

Burn Witch!

You mother Satan's child

My cries and pleas fell to deaf ear 

as they dragged me through the streets

Witch you partake in Sabbaths

In Satan's name you pray and feast 

At the center of the village I was placed

on an ancient wooden stake

Not a soul to defend the accusations they would make

As the weight of my tears hit the cursed ground

I could feel the life in me slowly start to drown

Nowhere to run, no refuge I shall seek

captured and damned

the fire started at my feet

The flames they grew bolder and I could feel my skin peel

Yesterday I was the mayors daughter

today I'm the devils keep

 

Mega Bien - burned alive at the stake in Fulda in the autumn of 1603.

 

Author's Note

The story of a mayors pregnant 16 year old daughter accused of witchcraft and burnt at the stake

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

All I could say Kee is, WOW! This hits home a bit personally, but as I was reading this poem it's like I could feel the death personally. Its horrible how some witches died and how some were falsely accused of being a witch... as if being a witch was a wicked thing. If only people knew the truth. Amazing write. Keep up the good job, love. xo Your Winter

[Maria997]

Oh God, that is so scary and creepy. I love it!

[KeeD]

Creepy and scary is indeed what I was going for, thank you :D love your writing as well, keep at it xoxo.

[Traci]

I like your style, Keegan. A poem and story all weaved into one. Very intense words that were not only read, but felt. Nicely done, my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

intensely written piece...i felt scared...was there with your words.

and the large font almost overwhelming went along with the feeling of the poem.

jacob