by Nick Gisburne
The sisters of the coven hear her scream
Convulsing since the punishment began
The penalty is harrowing, extreme
For one who sells her secrets to a man
The shadows binding body, soul, and art
Give warning of temptation and excess
Unlocking hidden doorways to the heart
She sold what only witches may possess
Her treason, her betrayal, brought her this
Vitality and magic torn away
A diabolic metamorphosis
Transforms her flesh to ugly, crippled clay
They bind her to the stake and curse her name
The faithless traitor, burning in the flame
