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Click heredona eis requiem ; grant them rest
light the torches; burn witch! burn!
inhumanity at its best
take your evil, ne'er return!
light the torches; burn witch! burn!
a witch's teat for Satan to suckle
take your evil, ne'er return!
within the flames knees will buckle
a witch's teat for Satan to suckle
in Hell's wrath, foul blood will boil
within the flames knees will buckle
ashen bones; earth's new found soil
in Hell's wrath, foul blood will boil
stakes are blazing, mouths run dry
ashen bones; earth's new found soil
Devil's sacrament, wither and die
stakes are blazing, mouths run dry
inhumanity at its best
Devil's sacrament, wither and die
dona eis requiem ; grant them rest
I love the content, the rhythm, the full circle. Intense and beautiful.
You have crafted an accomplished and poignant pantoum. Keep writing, Kitty!
Never again the Burning Times!
Blessed Be!
Lalenya :^)
This is one of the most touching poems I've read. You definitely hit the truth with this one. Excellent research. Fuck the commas the poem is excellent.
a comma here and there, but I love your subject matter, if I had written one, it would have been about this...ever hear of Dorcas Goode? a small child who was imprisoned with her mother, she was only 5..now that is inhumane, consider the prisons back then, I believe she lived with a pastors family after the trials and went insane at an early age...all of the witch trial transcripts are online... makes for interesting reading :
good work :)