The Broken Mask

She stood in the cell, condemned to death,
Anger turned to sorrow, and hope to despair,
Tonight she would be burnt on the stake,
As a witch, she stands, she cries, she pleads.
Nothing is heard, as she wails in her cell.

She seduced our men, cried the women-folk,
She used them in her magic, used them to satisfy.
The tribunal heard the plea, heard their complaints
"What do you have to say against it, oh witch"
She stood there, a silent tear escaped her eye

She stole our kids, she took them away,
And she made ragged dolls of their cloths and hair,
Kids grew sick and all of them died, none did she spare
"What do you have to say against it, oh witch"
She stood there, silence, that is all that survived

Years of solitude, she had spent in her shell,
A witch by nature not by chance or free will.
All she wanted were some friends who would care,
Who would ask her whereabouts and console her soul,
But a witch she was, so the world condemned her.

And as she stands, tied and fastened to the stake
As the fire eats her flesh, she screams, pain,
The mask that covered her face, covered her soul
Is broken and her life lays open infront of all
And the town dances around as she burns on the stake.