Margot
Looking down from the stake
Where she was tied,
'I am not a witch!'
Desperate Margot cried.
Faggots under her feet,
A peasant leant to ignite.
A witch burning,
The jeering crowd's delight.
A match was struck,
And quickly fizzled out.
Match followed match,
But no flame came about.
Do this!' impatient Margot said,
And proceeded to expire,
Burnt at the stake,
In her own spell wrought fire.
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