Vasya27

Burn the Witch! Red autumn's eve has lit its flame, I've sat under a tree… Come on, my friend, let's play a game And let the tale fly free! It was a day like any day, Some distant century, A waning moon wrapped up in gray Guarded the scenery Horsemen with torches lit the street, She stepped behind with fear, Her eyes looked down at her bare feet As men were shouting near: "She's plagued enough this honest ground, Our souls she's tried to reach, So don't sit down, gather around! It's time to burn the witch!" Toughing the silver cross she wore She rose her head to see All women throwing stones before While yelling "blasphemy