Holy Fire

By Brian Joyner

if I could erase any element from

the world It would be fire.

 I hate its light,

smell, sound, and it's heat.

for it has taken from me

Of all that I treasured in the would,

she was the center of it all.

Everything from her smile,

Laugh, gaze, and Her love

she was all to me. yet all of her is gone now

She had dedicated herself to medicine.

So, Of course, she would agree to

cure a families Child Of his sickness

And free him of his fever But, she would fail.

and do you think  they would

Thank her, would pray and mourn with her.

No...no, instead they twisted,

mangled, and deformed the truth

To fabricate the lie that she was a witch,

and had killed their son.

Soon she'd be taken from our home

by the ever Holy Inquisition.

After days, weeks, Months

After 3 years she would

Admit her sins of being a witch.

 my love was only

tired oh so very tired.

Tired of pain, suffering, screams,

So very tired of living.

With timber, kindling, sticks,

and with a great prayer, they Set the stage for her "punishment"

 they set her Ablaze

They watch her burn as they clapped,

cheered, raved, and howled like madmen

for they were doing God's Work 

 this was his plan.

She was nothing now

not but ash to be thrown to the wind

Without even a burial all thanks to  that

Hellish, disgusting, putrid, horrid....

FIRE.