Whispers heavy, long, extended, stopped.
We vowed our innocence as his
Filthy, unjust fingers, gloved beneath darkened silks,
Lunged at us from which
The darkness claimed its home.
He told us, convinced us,
Brought blades upon our throats and
Drained heat from hopeful hearts and
Told us we were
Far
Too
Gone.
He wrapped webs around our tongues,
Screwed nails upon our teeth until
We could no longer speak but simply
Grunt in approval of whatever
He told us.
"You are a witch."
My eyes screamed otherwise.
Clear, azure, pure of heart and soul,
Windows unfogged by sins heavy and burning, yet
Specked by mere mischief and mayhem and
Never the devil's calls
But eternities of blue.
"You are a witch."
My story says otherwise.
I stood up In the name of
The innocent women you are so eager to
Disgrace, whose deeds laid untraced by
Your infinite wisdom and keen observation.
For men of law know better
Than those who wake with us, eat with us, sleep with us.
For men of belief know better
Than those who play with us, work with us, cry with us.
For you know better of me
Than I do myself.
"You are a witch."
My scars say otherwise.
They are the wounds earned from battle with
Unjustified men who prey on the weak who
Are not necessarily weak but
Are suppressed and depressed and dressed in a way where
She swore she was safe.
And yet, you hunted for me, lusted for me,
Bit into my skin, leaving traces upon me you now call
The devil's.
And if
You have said anything right, if ever,
That would have to be it.
For you are the devil,
Shepherding me to the fires you know
Are not to touch me, yet you still
Press on, for leaving me free
Is to let your ego deflate and
Obviously, human lives do not outweigh the mere stupidity you have
Lurking inside your brain.
Mark my words.
As fire graces my skin, sends screams rippling out of my lips,
Screams foreign yet familiar to your dirtied self,
Chars bones and cloth and the skin you once
Drooled for,
Remember this.
History will call you a criminal.
They will not claim you a hero, nor
A legend, nor a prophet gifted from the heavens.
For remember.
You are simply just a murderer
Preying on girls that you
Are afraid of.
May we rest in peace.
A/N: I was watching a movie on witches that had be emotionally invested in it and hence, this piece was written to vent out whatever feelings of justified hatred and fury I had for the antagonists of the movie. Haha. This has thankfully made me feel much better. xD
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