Witch, witch, youre a witch!
June 6, 2012
In the darkness of the night the angry mob had come. They shouted
their poisonous accusations, chanting into the night Witch! Witch! Witch!
The more she had tried to protest her innocence, the less they seemed
to hear her.
Only one thing would appease the rage of the crowd her death.
Now trapped within her own home by the murderous mob, a cold, hard
fear seemed to grip her very soul. The black smoke began to fill the room
and she watched as the orange flames licked the walls.
Her family was still asleep in their beds. She wouldnt wake them to face
Her final act would be to say a prayer that they would not feel pain as they
burned in their beds.
She knew no help would be coming.
You might think by reading this that I was writing about something that
would have happened sometime between the fourteenth and eighteenth
centuries, a time many of us know as The Burning Times.
You would be wrong, may I suggest you think more recently, say 2012.
Wisdom is what is left after you have done all the dumb stuff.