Burn at Stake

The flame they light

'tis of devilish intent.

A member of heaven

or Satan's earthly society

The flames know all to well

Around you they engulf

touch you,

Burn you not

Neither Saint nor sinner

You suffer the worst

Scarred

Physically unharmed but

mentally unwind

Each lick

removes

At dusk they begin to see

You alive- not well

But breathing

A witch!

They cry

declare to the night

The rest of days

you suffer

Cleansed of humanity

In the eyes

that claim

your satanic intent

yet they are of a hellish pac(k/t)