Drifting Off to the past,
I see a young witch who looks just like me,
in her eyes all could see,
the power hidden within.
They came for her in the dark of the night,
locked her away,
beaten and tortured every day.
Weeks later she once again appeared,
tied tightly to a wooden cross.
She looked as though her spirit had been broken,
but the flame in her eyes told me it wasnt so.
"Speak Witch!", they yelled,
"What do you have to say?"
head held high, she simply smiled and said:
"I shall never give up my faith!"
Their anger soared at her words,
torches of fire inched closer.
A feeling of panic rushed through me,
wanting to help, but knowing i could not.
Our identical eyes locked, she weakly smiled,
A single tear ran down my face,
"Do not cry...never fear", she thought,
the words clearly heard in my mind.
Hours later the flames wore down,
she was gone, but i simply smiled.
knowing she was in the arms
of the Goddess and God
and would soon live again!
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