In the 'good old days' people would hang women over wells and fill their pockets with rocks to see if they were witches or not. If they were witches, they would float. If they weren't witches they would fall down the well and die in a horrible tragic death.
Sooo I wrote a poem about it :D
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Man this is depressing. Cause I'm related to witches back in those days lmao XD but the poem is beautiful, and well crafted, but horrendous. So many innocent woman died back then :/ Still. Love it :D
this is good stuff, very visual and endearing in it's telling through the husbands eye's, the innocence of his love for her, we as human beings have faults and one of the biggest is being afraid of things we don't know or understand, an insight you can see very well, flecks of wisdom in someone so young...Bravo.
Hello earthlings.
My name is Si33d (the two threes are silent).
I am sixteen years of age.
I dance to heavy metal music, write poems, dye my hair a lot and I am trying to direct a short horror movi.. more..