Burn

Wind softly played with white curtains,
And with chimes,
Hiding her whispers,
And her cries.
She left it to her tears,
trickling down her cheeks.
As they turn would black,
Her mind played the tricks.
Her memories started fade,
All she knew was turning fake.
Was it illusion?
She knew nothing of what they said.
Her heart kept on the race,
Against her will,
The door's open,
To the White field.
All she had were whispers,
Of her soul.
The voices in her head,
Making chaos.
She was dragged
And was tied.
To the woods
All confide.
She held on to herself,
Waiting for her to be dead.
She begged for all this to stop,
But the colors were going away.
Some said she is cursed,
But no ears for her say.
She screamed to curse,
She cursed herself.
Bruised wrists and neck,
Air had turned into smoke,
She would give up anytime
But wondered the pain she could take.
Fire reached her legs,
Melting skin and burning bones,
Her tears dried leaving traces of black,
And wounds of pelting stones.
Witch! Witch! Witch as they cried,
Burn! Burn! Burn! they added,
Alas she was at peace,
Some said Black was her soul.
The Faint smile had its cease.