Turning the pages of history,

I stumble upon an intriguing mystery.

Mystery of an ‘evil’ witch,

Burned at stake without a hitch.

The public surrounds her and enjoys her

plight,

A trapped bird without the ability of flight.

Women and men all want her in ashes,

Her independence and societal norms clashes.

She stands there at the stake,

Glaring at the city where her doom awaits.

The fire starts burning with jealous rage,

Leaping out to embrace the ‘sinister’ mage.

Couldn’t be controlled so they burned her away,

For the envious people she became a prey.

But the phoenix always rises from its ashes,

The chains that once bound her now completely smashes.

After all these centuries her tales are told,

A witch, a woman whose freedom couldn’t be remold.