Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd

Sending shivers through spines all the way down

The eeriness evoked an existential dread,

Heightened as the hemp slid over her head

“Today is the day she’ll pay for her crimes!”

Waxing women for witchcraft is a sign of the times

The crowd cackled and cheered for the end had begun

She’d have uttered a curse, but they cut out her tongue

So she smiled with blood-stained lips

And bravely boded Death’s bittersweet kiss

Her feet flew from the perch, she was finally free

Her body left teetering in the tethering tree

Her hope was to haunt them, strike fear in their hearts

As she soared through the sky, slated for the stars