The Witch, the Preacher, and the Pyre

There once was a woman Who watched the stars The movements of Mercury Venus and Mars She knew all twelve houses And where they'd reside At any point in time Just by watching the sky She predicted the future And told of the past She told of your life And how long it would last She knew your personality Before you were born She predicted the weather Every blizzard and storm She was known at the star-woman The wise one of Birch Until she was found By the old Catholic Church They accused her of evil Of hexes and sin 'Guilty! ' yelled the judge With a devilish grin 'Sentenced to burn At the stake is she The witch of the town Birch Bringer of misery She's killed people's children She's poisoned their crops' The whole town of Birch Just stood there in shock All this woman had done Was help heal the sick With her herbs and stones And incense sticks Warn them of what was coming So they could prepare And as they lit her pyre The townsfolk could only stare Ashes to ashes Dust unto dust The poor burning woman Screamed out and cussed 'I've done nothing all my life But try to help my town's people And accuse me of evil? It's different from your customs That I know is true But is difference so much Of an obstacle to you? If it hinders you so much That you seek to burn You must be the evil ones For you will not learn...' And with that she died Her eyes full of fire Staring at the preacher Who loved lighting pyres.