A spark ignites as a flickering flame,
Blue, red, and yellow combine into one.
The tongues lick out, unable to be tame,
The fire reaches the unrelenting sun.

She is shackled, bounded, to the coarse wood.
She is engulfed in flame, still unafraid.
She knows she is pure, innocent, and good;

She knows they hate her, knows she is betrayed.

They howled with wild sadistic glee for more,
They hungered for her life to be finished.
The harsh sound is of the lion’s fierce roar,
The noise can not be decreased, diminished.

It consumes her until gray ash remains;

It tells the story amidst her bloodstains.