A Witch's Fate
I observe the court with terror, my life hanging on the brink.
And the humanoids. They quarrel, struggling to decide.
The air, thick with hostility, chokes me with every blink.
They need not voice the verdict (with the rope it is implied).
They dragged me, bound, to the first Trial of the Witch:
An icy river that numbed limbs then replaced air.
They observed me from the simple wooden bridge
But I survived and wept with despair.
The next and final stage is a pyre - built specially for me.
My mortality ends now, all innocence purged clean.
A spark ignites the flame, the one to set me free.
I accept and take my leave, to enter a realm I have never seen.
~ Stormix_
