Archive | March 2014

The Pyre

Hear the merciless crackle

of the devils flames

as they rise,

and his breath

blisters her skin.

Her evil

will smoulder

in hellish fires,

and forever

may her name

be emblazoned

on your lips.


Hear her wretched cries

and her agonising

dissent reverberate.

And let her scalding flesh

swelter as testimony

to her guilt.

May she perish

infernally as we purge

her iniquitous

coven of impiety,

and cleanse her

heathen soul.

©Jacqui Slade