Witchcraft Date: Sunday, 1st March 2015 @ 02:52:12 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: thepoet353897 I'm standing The winds of time swirl Around my body Soon to be a corpse My cackle awakes me And as I turn to face Your hate I'm grabbed Put upon the stake Tied with the human's weapon And that's it... And whilst the oak wood burns I conjure my thoughts Breathe in And burn.............. This poem is Copyright © thepoet353897 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180665