WITCH TRIAL

	Would you like to see me razed,
	Stripped bare and tied to the stake?
	As you strike the match,
	Will your smile reflect glee
	Or merely a sigh of relief?

	When tongues of flame kiss my feet
	And fear’s icicle hands ring my heart
	Your stone hard face 
	Is the last thing I’ll see.
	How many have you condemned?

	Mercy is yours to bestow 
	If my misguided heretic soul
	Forswears old ways 
	To be cleansed and made pure
	What is it that scares you so?

	Pass judgment as you will, 
	If you feel I must be destroyed
	Let the gavel fall
	For I’m less afraid of death 
	Than of becoming like you.

                           by Katie Rigdon

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