I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait.
And knowingly, I’m arriving late.
The ghouls are spying from the hill.
And lower fools are poisoning her will.
Underneath her, a wicker complete.
Above, she’s suspended from a stake.
The bonfires started, against the rules.
And the crowds rejoicing, as the fire drools.
Waiting agog, for her garments to ignite.
The flames are sparking for her, on this night.
And the mob’s listening for her ungodly screams.
But there’s not a whimper, within she beams.
And secretly, I see her black cats drowning tears,
Are extinguishing all her burning fears.
Featured Image: Artwork, by Kerri Costello, Graphic Design Artist, my amazing niece/second cousin, who lives in Philadelphia, she’s so very talented, and a very special person in my life, thank you Kerri.