Your bare feet caked with the city’s grime,
Eyes locked on the executioner’s glee,
A grin that splits the sky like olden crime,
While above, the Red witch circles, wild and free.

Your friend stands, a sacrifice to the cause,
The bitter truth, the secret stained in red,
You wear her mantle, fierce and yet so cold,
A weight of magic binding all you dread.

The crowd roars loud, a visceral demand,
Their fear like...