1700's

by Grotesque Angel   Nov 20, 2005


Saints not sinners do us in,
Burning us beyond the skin,
Faith in that which don't exist,
Purging us with iron fist

Trial is a sided fight,
We will be dead by end of night,
Removing us like a cancer,
Now we'll see the starlit dancer

Light the torches,
Tie the knots,
Pile the bodies,
Load the shots

Whichever way our death might come,
Next day you'll see a crimson sun,
Throw the ashes to a ditch,
What it takes to be a witch

© Copyright 2005 By: Grotesque Angel

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  • 16 years ago

    by Br0k3n

    I absolutely love this one.
    Great words and rhymes as always, but what I really love is the topic. I've never read a poem on this topic before, and it interests me.
    Very imaginative and dark. Keep writing
    5/5
    ~Br0k3n

  • 18 years ago

    by Nearly but not quite

    Wow, that was very surreal, but I guess that's how a witch burning must have been in the 1700s, 5/5.
    Thank you for your comment on my poem, I've always thought Hell sounded much more fun than Heaven haven't you?
    Great poem!
    Luv Helen xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by ShadowDancer

    I love it! its very effective, and the words u choose give extra dimension. thanks for holding that contest, and for letting me enter a day late. love ur work

    Ruby

  • 18 years ago

    by Wings Of Flames

    Great
    You've got a lot of talent and Im so glad you could share it with the rest of us
    dont EVER stop
    Em

  • 18 years ago

    by Rosie

    Wow. amazing!! i love it ^_^ keep up the good work!! you are a great poet!! Rosie xXx

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