Burn The Witch 🔥

 

The crows hover around the dead , black feathers are falling 

Archaeological skulls on the ground , the smell of death reeks 

Abandoned withered roses and drought between hearts 

A dose of poison heals the pain , in this dying bitterness tastes like sweetness 

In this prison , in this psychological torture , the soul is wailing 

The fire burns the witch , while the demons around her squawk 

They do not know the spell of darkness , eternity in absolute melancholy

The candles are still lit even after she is gone forever 

The ashes of the witch whisper between the currents of the wind

Magical tomb in disguise , forsaken consolations and sobs that awaken buried spirits .

Written by : Hajar Belhachmi