A Witch’s Death

The cry comes out
So much fear, so much doubt
She strove to make it better
She would have had they let her

Her skin was not wretched but fair
For she knows things that we are unaware
We know nothing of her troubles and strife
To make something good as she gave us her life

Before her she would have faced a stake
Not today just her hopes they break
Aspirations seized out of her hands
Banished into distant lands

The witch lies so still as death
A prayer escapes with her dying breath
The people cry as they see her beauty
As she dies before them, a matter of duty