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You left me alone to die,
You bastard.
You knew that I was hurt,
But you didn't stay.
They found me.
Finished what was begun.
Would you like to know how
They killed the woman you loved?

They burnd me,
Said I was a witch.
The flames lick at my feet,
I stand tied to a stake.
The arrow still lodged in my back.

I see a figure,
Standing on a roof top.
It holds a bow,
Arrows on its back.

As the flames rise higher,
I fill my lungs with air.
And scream for mercy.

The figure notches an arrow,
And releases the bow.
The arrow finds my heart.
The figure disapears,
And I know no more.