Tag: #Witch
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No Sound… #Poetry
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Her black charcoal heartThirst for life taken by accusationWitch! They cried, needles pierce her skinPain sears her mind.Cold river duckingto cries of Burn the Witch!The pyre built; her body tiedFlames grow higher, her soul has fledHer body burns. They hear no screamsDisappointment spreadsGreat clap of thunder silenced all standingRain puts out the fire,in ash she…