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