Burning Witches

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Poetry
For centuries come,
And centuries gone,
Burning witches,
Loving magic,
Flying brooms -
All going tragic!

Closet witches,
Those, bewitched,
Closing shutters,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
And those light dreamers -
Fire them up!

To burn red souls,
And smell the ash,
Scarlet tears,
Ending up

Wetting pale cheeks
They prayed for
Light

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed the windows,
Dimmed the light

Chopped the wood
To simmer up,
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those fiery witches -
Burn them up!

To burn red souls
And taste warm ash
That fiery love?
They kept all silent

If, and only if,
Only women
Ended up
Burning women
Their own kind!

Bewitched, old,
And wicked eyes,
Freezing hearts
And numbing 
Kindness

Chop the wood
To simmer up
That brew,
Those stakes,
Those witches, frail -
And bring them up

Yet not burned
witches
Fly away,
Escape the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

Closet witches,
That bewitched,
Closed those windows
Dimmed the light

And witches are
And witches were
And witches gone
Bewitched, remain -
To no avail

Witches, 
Just witches
Witches are
And witches were
And witches come
And witches gone

Enchanted fire
Numb with pain
Praying for light
Thriving in darkness

Spared witches
Flied away
Escaped the flames -
Bewitched,
Deranged

And light is gone,
And fire comes,
Bewitched,
Undone,
Deranged,
Escaped,

Unburned,

Big love!
To all those witches,
Up in flames,
Do fly away! -
With fragile
Magic

Wicked, 
Loving, 
Escaped,
Love burned -

Blessed the days
Of flying
Witches

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