Burn the Witches

We could hear them,

Shouting.

Their footsteps,

Stampeding.

They were coming for us,

For me and my twin.

We ran,

They ran faster.

We hid,

They always found us.

We screamed,

They didn't care.

They carried us,

Prodded us with sticks,

Pelted us with stones.

We were tied up,

Rope cutting into our arms,

Tied to the unmerciful wooden pole.

Our feet stood on logs,

Crispy,

Ready to burn.

Blood poured from our scratches,

Tears mixing into the crimson stains,

Until it seemed we were crying blood.

But that only provoked them more,

Their minds taken over with ignorant fear,

Reason was beyond them.

Nothing could help us now,

The torches were light,

The demons that danced with red light neared us.

I wish I could've said,

In a moment it would all be over.

But that would be a lie,

This pain would last longer than forever.

The burning would lick at our skin,

Until it crumbled and gave way to meat and bone,

Which would be devoured by the hungry devils.

We tried to tell the truth,

But we were yelling to deaf ears,

Their eyes were blind to our innocence and youth.

And then,

In a flash of light,

The pain began.

All I could feel was the pain,

Unimaginable and horrifying.

All he could feel was numbness,

The blackness and lack of feeling.

Suddenly,

We were pulled from the flames,

Rescued into immortality.

But was it better than the flames?
Was it all worth it in the end?

We decided it was,

When we were able to get our revenge.

And we walked away,

The town dead,

The corpses bloodless and torn.

They would never get to burn the innocent,

They would burn themselves.

I had let them feel the pain I had felt,

We let them die in agony and darkness,

Just as we had.

And as they burned in their own fiery hell,

They regretted the day,

They had burned the witches.