Literature
Burn the Witch
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