Flame

Tied to the cross;
Bindings tight and chafing.
Blood drips down my wrists
From the struggle.
But fighting is useless -
I'm not going anywhere.
They made sure of that.
Gap toothed heathens
Afraid of change
And anything different from them.
Their distorted views
Brought me to this place.
Outcries of
"Witch!"
"Witch!"
Sealed my fate.
Smell of hay, tar and rancid bodies
Violate my senses,
I shut my eyes against the scene
But my ears still hear my judgement.
"She has been condemned as a witch and shall burn!"
Smoke getting closer,
I begin to feel the heat,
Feel the blistering and peeling of my feet.
The flames leap higher
Like a lascivious lover -
Branding my flesh.
I grit my teeth,
No sound will come out
I won't give them that satisfaction.
Sweat drips from my brow
As the flames consume me.
I look towards the sky
And take respite
In the full, white moon.
Vengeance will be mine,
This they do not know -
Soon it will be my time
And I really will give them a show.
Inhale the fiery redness,
Take back what's mine.
Scorch out my life
With
One
Last
Flame.