Witches Infernos'

Death hummed a fiery melody in anticipation.

He whipped his carriage of corpses and horses of bones into shape and action.

The courtroom lowered its boom in contradiction.

For in the frenzy, her voice, like a sailing bird, could no longer be heard.

All looked away; they knew, in the light, what had been foreseen.

And so, she sang, it was a plea of remembrance in faith while on the pyre.

'Remember, you cannot force a hateful trial in my mind for your crimes.

I do not believe in the injustice of law that brings down the gavel in our world, which condemns us to live in a grave for an eternity.

You believe your only salvation shall be my all-consuming flames!

You don't mind stealing from the innocent in life, whereas I don't mind stealing from the guilty in death.

It is not my heart, mind and soul so easily burned, but my love for the world. My risen heart, my claimed soul, my strong and infuriated mind shall not be engulfed. For my command is for justice.

Yet, the fires simmer, and I will rise above.’

The mast shuddered in protest. 

Her voice lay to rest.

Who truly listens to the innocent? 

But Death in his carriage of corpses and horses of bones. 

The waves in the flames burned and carried forth the hums in her melodic call throughout time.