A crowd gathered ruthlessly in the middle of the town. Chanting like an excited crowed should. A tall man dressed in black shouted to the multitude. With his words he riled the mob up. ?This Witch is dangerous!? then turning to the proud faced, beautiful, young lady who was tied to a square slab of wood. ?You, satin?s helper, may redeem thy self by giving to me the position of the madden thou and thine evil sisters protect.? The girl smiled and looked into the priest?s eyes. ?I know not thy god so I have none to fear, spare the bite of the flame thou wilts beset upon me. I wiliest give not to thou any information of thine inquiry.?1
The swarm jeered her, making disgusting remarks. The priest turned to the crowd. ?The temptress hath refused salvation! Mark ye what should we do of her?? the crowd shouted of one accord. ?Burn her.? The young lady sang sweetly a wordless tune. ?Guard thine ears from this siren?s tune. For it wiliest entice thou toward her sinful nature!? the Priest warned the people of the crowd, who all copied his motion of clasping their ears. At this the young lady sang louder chanting the many names of her goddess to the same wordless tune.2
The priest with a glee in his eye took a torch and set the bottom of the stake alight. The young lady kept singing beautifully. ?Mark ye good people of God. When the cloths of her body are consumed by the flames, divert thine eyes, for she is an evil temptress of satin, who knows many a way to make God?s people go astray.?3
When the cloths were consumed many of the woman and children looked away. Many of the men still looked upon her hoping to see her naked flesh before it was burnt. Some of the wives made their husbands turn from the site of her. The young lady kept singing. 4
The fire became mad and blood thirsty. The tongs of flame licked though the witch?s fair skin like paper and took no head of the fact that she was still singing. It took more of her body with more remorse them most of the onlookers. The young witch did not scream she mealy continued singing with a pale happy smile on her still beautiful face.5
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ah I loved this! so perdy!
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Wow that was amazing... I can just see the image like a movie kind of I love how you have the girl still singing while burning it reminds me of you... I'm off to read somemore burn
love you babe
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Very nicely written. The Burning Times - not good times, those. The only thing that threw me off was the question marks instead of quotation marks throughout the piece. You managed to capture the language of the times too, so nicely done there! I also noticed that this appears to be the first chapter in a series... which I love to find, especially when they are well-done. I shall continue.
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This is good, although maybe a bit more from her point of view would give me more chance to sympathyse- more description of her for instance. I think I may go back and 'fatten' my story up, the reason why another religion was so powerful is because it was a parallel universe, right now I feel it could go either way or the world could even lose religion (which is happening) but it's all about the power one guy can have- so easilly turned. This was a good poem, keep writing
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REAllY good
*cries* why did she have to die! i am such a baby, i am crying now! i hate when peeps kill other people great write*wipes eyes* just great -
This has some very expressive language and I really like the idea behind the story, I don't know credible it is though to have someone singing through burning unles you give some idea about why they can bear the pain. Good job.
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Creative and Realistic... 8/10, simple enough. I would put a touch more in, but that's just me.
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Whoo!A poem about being burned at the stake!Quite different from what I'm used to,but it was a cool poem!It kinda reminded me a bit of Nathaniel Hawthorne,th ough I tend to think he focuses in more on salvation,.. .Eh,maybe I'm wrong.Cool idea.Nice Halloweenish poem
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Wow...pretty good.
I felt her strength knowing in herself she wasn't a witch or she could escape her fate...so her Savior kept her from feeling the fires burn and she died with honor....
lol....I am sure that isn't what you meant, but I prefer to read in a happy ending.
very creative write.
Sam
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wow..i like the devotions she had and the courage. Singing out her heart in the last breaths of her life to the Goddesses she held dear. Beautiful. Those witch trials were unfair and unjust. I'm off to read more of burn.
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wow...shows the utter prejudice that time has had people endure...i love the 'i know not your god so i have none to fear'...is she a real witch or was it just the medeival ideas that would have had most burnt (includin myself: red hair, green eyes)? beautifully written and i weep for her...such courage...gah!
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