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A shackled defendant confesses her ways,

As the pure look on in dismay.

“She must be freed from the covenant’s grasp,

A child, towards evil has strayed.’’

The sun goes down over gallows hill,

As dusk pours over the land.

A judgement is made, pointing up to the pyre.

Where, convicted, the guilty shall stand.

A crowd gathers by, the condemned to be tied,

Upright, overlooking the town.

One diamond tear is all that she cries,

So gently and absent of sound.

Darkness descends, the void and the stars,

A cold whisper flicks through the air.

The frozen ground glows under the moon,

As silence replaces despair.

Burn!

Rid her of the evil one

Guide her back to purity

Learn the error of her ways

Cused blood evaporating

Cleansing her of heresy

Suffocating crematory

Screaming pain now fills the air

From this path you’re separated

Let this sentence show to all

The craft is never tolerated

Send the evil back to hell

Let her burn!

The embers glide up, flicker and glow,

Ashen bodies crumble below.

The cruellest of fates for an unproven crime,

Unqualified, the lawmen bestow.

An unusual fog descends from the trees,

With a whisper heard in the breeze -

“Each person who stands here as witness tonight,

Shall succumb to a fatal disease”.