by Nick Gisburne
To punish them forever for their crime
A modest, insignificant offence
Upon the striking of a midnight chime
The killing of the witches will commence
A consecrated pyre is prepared
With rites and relics, sanctified by saints
No scripture is too cryptic to be shared
Devotions bless the physical restraints
An overbearing priest begins to read
The mysteries, in Latin, are opaque
Complexity is crucial to the creed
Of burning helpless women at the stake
The incantations praise a higher force
A darker world of witchery, of course
