A Witch Burning In Bitter Snow

Night unfurled from prisoned skies,
Bodies rising from exhumed homes,
It acrued like ravens in Rome,
I fell to my feet,
Where damnation`s reprieve,
allowed me one last wish,
The pale waning moon called to me,
Each costume I wore had a purpose,
I was given cold stares,
But in the glass mirror,
I saw the truth,
Plighted land through darkness,
I walked a funeral march,
In an age of greed,
They demanded heaven for wishes,
Uncured punishments were rushed,
Pleas unanswered,
With jezebeled lips,
Was one of my accomplises,
The death and birth of me,
As I rotted insane,
I smelled an asteer wolvesbone,
Gutless mortals tried to take,
Creation and destruction,
Over earth and hell,
She had looked at me,
With twin black eyes,
As I,
Crucified,
And sacrificied for the better of man,
Bonemeal saviours looking down on me,
With bitter disapointment,
She had started a fire,
To end my life,
There I was,
Screaming and yelling for help,
She said final words of goodbye,
My life was ended,
and reborn...