Witch Hunt

Raptured, captured, starved half to death,
Raided, berated, gasping for breath,

Garments tarnished, laying in dirt,
Red hot steel, your frantic jerks.

"Please, Pleaase!" you cry and whine,
 Still, glowing metal meets your spine,

Then your shrieks reach brand new breed,
As things of Earth, you cannot heed.

Your mind envelopes only hate,
Evil ways, and devilish fate.

At first it hurts worse than the rest,
The mental stress of your duress,

But now the dark starts to feel safe,
A place where Satan's whispers strafe,

Back and forth they course through you,
Until you take it all as truth.

Your soft, young skin grows wrinkles fast,
Your lush, dark hair, now brittle ash.

Boils soil your linen face,
Now tarred, feathered and disgraced.

A crushing blow lands on your head,
You begin praying to be dead,

But Satan's will now manifests,
You feel it growing in your chest.

Darkness harnessed by the broken,
used to kill through a spell spoken:

"I call to the mighty bringer of light, Lucifer…

Spirits of the abyss, here my call

Lucifer my thoughts do sing 
through the universe they now ring 

Take thine enemy, take him smite
 Break him, scorn him in the night 

From the mighty depths of hell 
cast your darkness on his shell 

Oh Lucifer, oh shining star 
Touch him, burn him from afar 

Revenge now will have its day 
for thine enemy starts to fray” 

The woman's captors burst in flames
As she uttered each of their names.

Slowly charring each man alive,
She danced around their burning cries.

The last one knew what he had done,
He put his mouth around his gun..

His spirit sank at the dull "click"
For he was now prey to the Witch.