Candlewitch

Burning Times

 

Burning Times

Their man-made faith was the darkness

binding them to their senseless fear

Trapped by their very ignorance

They shut out the light so clear

Like sheep they banded together

Unable to think on their own

And the evil that they hunted

lived in minds of solid bone

With water, and stone, they tortured

many an innocent being

They named as Devil's disciples

condemning them without seeing

Some souls they tormented and burned

While tying them bound to bare stakes

Frenzied they demanded fresh flesh

Not once did they own their mistakes

In many countries it did happen

So let's not forget our dear kin

Or the burning times so shameful

Or the reasons behind this sin!

Comments11

  • JasmineUK

    Throughout Anglian lands,
    The New Model Army,
    Was making its stands,
    And with puritanical zeal,
    The Witchfinder General,
    Would seek his misogynous appeal.

    • Candlewitch

      thank you for your understanding and comment!

      *hugs, Cat

    • dusk arising

      I'm told that in certain 'casts' in India a widow is often the victim of an accidental fire started by her chemical oven now that it is officially illegal to kill her.
      There are still all sorts of terrible injustices taking lace allover the world. How lucky we are to live in western civilisation and be of a certain class/race.

      • Candlewitch

        dear d.a.,

        I'll remember your words, the next time I bitch about some petty little thing! yes, we are luckier than many...

        *hugs, Cat

      • JasmineUK

        King James,
        Who gave us a bible,
        Took more than an interest,
        In witch script libel,
        He would snatch young women,
        For his tortures and obsession,
        Deep in castle vaults,
        In the years to his accession.

        • Candlewitch

          well said, Jasmine, very well said!!!

          *hugs, Cat

        • dusk arising

          I'm sorry Cat. I got so wound up in the subject of your piece that i forgot to say how beautifully it flows as it becomes more evident the terrible stories contained within.
          'Frenzied they demanded fresh flesh'... terrible mind picture you create. Erm... you haven't been eating any of that meat i left for Eddy have you?

          • Candlewitch

            thanks, d.a.,

            not a chance...eddy and I have completely different preferences, LOL!

            *hugs, Cat

          • dusk arising

            I'm sorry Cat. I got so wound up in the subject of your piece that i forgot to say how beautifully it flows as it becomes more evident the terrible stories contained within.
            'Frenzied they demanded fresh flesh'... terrible mind picture you create. Erm... you haven't been eating any of that meat i left for Eddy have you?

          • Joe Dawson

            A most excellent and meaningful write. I live within a few miles of Pendle Hill Lancashire famous for the Pendle Witches, good woman who it was claimed sold their souls to the devil which of course was untrue. A very relevant work and a timely reminder of the ill brought to the doors of so many innocent people. Joe

            • Candlewitch

              dear Joe,

              it is tragic, what was done. thank you for reading this poem and responding!

              *hugs, Cat

            • Heartwriter

              I totally agree Cat. Wise write if ever I saw one! Thanks for sharing.

              • Candlewitch

                and, thank you, Heart, for reading!

                *hugs, Cat

                • Heartwriter

                  Your welcome

                • Michael Edwards

                  A thought provoking write of the ignorance of past generations - thanks for sharing Cat.

                  • Candlewitch

                    thanks Michael,

                    one hopes that humanity can learn from the past.

                    *hugs, Cat

                  • Goldfinch60

                    So many excuses in the past (and present) to remove people from their rightfully owned land. Good write Cat.

                    "Double, double toil and trouble;
                    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
                    Fillet of a fenny snake,
                    In the caldron boil and bake;
                    Eye of newt and toe of frog,
                    Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
                    Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
                    Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
                    For a charm of powerful trouble,
                    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

                    Double, double toil and trouble;
                    Fire burn and caldron bubble.
                    Cool it with a baboon's blood,
                    Then the charm is firm and good."

                    • Candlewitch

                      thanks, dear Goldfinch,

                      and for the atmospheric touch! ;)

                      *hugs, Cat

                    • Claudelle DeLuna

                      Lovely !
                      I enjoy reading it for many reasons.
                      From past to present false accusations of witch craft are the order of the day. Presently religious fanaticism remains a covert way to lash out at someone with different spiritual practices. Coming from a family of Healers, at times it is difficult to engage with everyone, one must remain cautious allowing the inner guidance to drive us to our tribe.
                      Blessings!
                      **Claudelle**

                      • Candlewitch

                        dear Claudelle,

                        I agree with you and I despise the level of ignorance among the average person concerning religious beliefs. conventional religions are a means of controlling the populace. and I am bothered by the fact that sheepole don\'t even bother to think for themselves...they swallow the dogma down like candy! there is truth in my user name....

                        *hugs, I am a candlewitch! (Cat)
                        *brightest of blessings

                      • Suresh

                        Emissary of evil, cloaked in white robes, usurping the message of the Devine.
                        Empowering themselves to defame the innocent, becoming more emboldened by their crime.
                        One would think that the usurper would be placated by the passing of time.
                        But, in reality, till to date, they allow their cultish behavior to chime
                        Enough now, let the fairer sex show it also has the spine
                        Destroy the false perception, take charge, and let your mantle shine

                        • Candlewitch

                          dear Suresh,

                          thank you for such a passionate response!

                          *hugs, Cat



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