The orb of the sky will not cease to shine,
Forever summer, a wonderful sign.
Grow it did, flashed the most beautiful smile,
Suddenly, it turned a cynical lie.
They deemed me author of this gruesome tale,
Told me to give them life, for they were frail.
Locked me in a place where it never shone,
It was witchcraft, for it wasn't their own.
I dipped my feet into the ebbing
tides,
'Twas dark, all around, as it was inside.
At the stake, I'll rise with flames, tomorrow.
As you wish, it's the season of sorrow.