the salem witch trials

salem first burning

I woke to the blaze of the first lit fire as my arm bled yet not as bad as the day before. I feel as if they will soon execute me, they will find my secret, and my legacy will lay on the stake. I stand up on my brittle legs as my head spins faster than the earth, I just catch my breathe from the horrid pills the say will supress my magic yet if they gave me a candle and herbs I could do a simple text which could make there skin crawl  

The church bells rang and the people started to scream the hanging was about to happen the women stands upon the platform she asks for last words she says enchate pupilus every one starts to scream, she had casted her final spell the most evil curse the death curse the executor was on the floor with blood spewing out of his eye sockets as a large yelp his last words where about to slip of the tip of his tongue yet it wasn't words it was a number 27

The second executor comes out and mercilessly grabs her by the neck and wraps the rope around her delicate neck and throws her of the podium and the crowd cheers with glee

I felt her pain enter the abyss my friend left us and is now in the presence of the ancestors,a tear falls down my cheek as I fall to the ground