1856 Rowan.

A haiku structured poem with an edited image. Please do not copy or redistribute without my permission.

Hope you guys like it


I watch her burning,
Kept there by superstition,
Time to burn the witch.

Watch her crackling flesh,
That auburn hair that sizzles,
The deed's nearly done.

See those fruitful lips?
I see them murmur a curse,
As she goes to hell.

Those potions she made,
'They are medicines!' she claimed,
As I dragged her out.

I sealed that wretch's fate,
I tied her there to the stake,
A witch can't be loved.

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P.s. it would be in it's usual literature category but DA won't let me as the image is a JPEG (even though all my previous ones are also JPEGs).

P.P.S I am not in support of witch burnings seriously guys use your imaginations it's fiction the author of the hunger games didn't necessarily think its a good thing to have children fight to the death.