The Alchemy of Fire
July 7, 2019
People needed fire, a sacrifice supplier, Something hate could enquire So they brought Her to a stake. Hands tied, head down, eyes closed, lips bleeding, feet rasped on sharp stones, toes broken, arms shaken, soul moving. “Welcome to your death” said the shaft to her aching palms. “Welcome to the fire” smoke opened her eyes. “Welcome to the flame that will be your end” ‘Maidens screams stabbed the air! Silence. Cheering. Grasping. Swearing. Unease. Pleasure. Whispers Prayers, to God and Saints no one trusted. Only Adoration, was hate in exaltation. Fear blooming, Fear crackling, flesh burning. Hearts excited, hate as master. People needed fire, a sacrifice supplier So they burned their soul to a stake. That is when love turned into a mistake And life became simply just an ache But the witch knew Fire is like alchemy. And instead of burning souls for hate, envy and fear. Better burn fear, envy and hate for soul. Tough it hurts, tough it burns, tough it aches. She knew she did not cursed the people, they cursed themselves. So before disappearing in the light. She smiled, cause she knew. Fire was Her destiny.