On the stake

The dark misty air surrounds me
my fear echo's very deeply
his shadow behind every willow tree
with his eyes shinning evilly.

his hands would catch hold of me
soon trapping me in his dream
it would be no use for me to scream
for he would just eagerly kill me.

he would hit and kiss me
but no kiss could me more poisonous than his
it is this that scares me
for he would never miss.

tying me to the stake
with fire burning around me
he would say he loved me
but i knew it was really fake.

if only i were really a witch
i would gladly make a switch
me crying happily at him
and him dying on the stake.