Fire Fright
In my dream, I stood by.
A tragic horror, before my eyes.
Burning fire, far below.
What happened here no one knows.
An evil woman stood upright,
The people round her, black as night.
A man accused of one small lie,
Now his blood would burn bone dry.
His fate a wicked woman chose,
And a smell of burning flesh arose.
His body jerked with all its might,
Still he showed no signs of fright.
My dream has ended, I came awake.
Such a scare, my hands had quaked.
I turned aside, my eyes struck by bright light.
But with a puff of my breath, it was once again night.
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