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One little girl with dirty fingers playing with her broken doll.

As the other girl is lying, digging deep into the ground.

They seem to play an evil game, a game that doesn't have a name.

Both of them are in the ashes, at the stake where witches burn.

If only they could see beyond the ground they play on.

The girls are laughing still, they think they're having fun.

They should be far away, watching the sun go down.

One little girl picked up a necklace from the ashes of the witches.

It had wings and then the other cried out loud: "Now let me have it".

The other looked without a sign right into the witch's eye.

The kind of horror that she saw made her choke for evermore.

I wish they could have seen beyond the ground they played on.

They would be laughing still, having the best of fun.

They would be far away watching the sun go down.