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burn at the stake
long was the era of witches
yet one was standing in front of me
her eyes as brown as the muddy earth
yet captivating as the devotees' plea.
she controls my mind and heart
and lets me feel surges upon surges
of emotions, of love, of betrayal
through her, I've lived a life I've never known.
a witch, she is, indeed
as wicked as the sword at an execution
my head hanging low beneath her feet
my heart rolling with her one motion.
i want her to burn at the stake
fueled with my love and my hatred
i want her to burn, so majestically
that my eyes will catch fire
i want her to be my last view.
© viaallune
yet one was standing in front of me
her eyes as brown as the muddy earth
yet captivating as the devotees' plea.
she controls my mind and heart
and lets me feel surges upon surges
of emotions, of love, of betrayal
through her, I've lived a life I've never known.
a witch, she is, indeed
as wicked as the sword at an execution
my head hanging low beneath her feet
my heart rolling with her one motion.
i want her to burn at the stake
fueled with my love and my hatred
i want her to burn, so majestically
that my eyes will catch fire
i want her to be my last view.
© viaallune
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