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The shaking chariot chaotic runs

On mucked  cobblestones  leading to the  public place

Sometimes  quick and ready to end

With the dark task threatening not so far

Sometimes letting the rhythm, seeming hang up the time

Immobilizing the  course in a frozen space

She stands up, high and right, hands  united in a cord

Cold easily passes through thick cotton tunic

But  no matter the cold, what else she must  scare

In this ultimate refuge, a quixotic  hope

All is yet so calm, she feels so hard life

Crying inside her soul she can’t  die away

As a thunderclap, suddenly  rumbles rumour

It grows and grows, and ardent, the crowd is there

Vociferating  swearwords,  brandishing hard fists

She feels in a trap,  much more this time

Than in the dark cell with musty odours

This one which, after all, preserved her from world

She snaps glances, frowning laughs

Blasphemies threw up by hysterical mouths

Children bawl of fear, strengthened  by so much violence,

In their mother’s eyes,  they don’t recognize

Collared by two men, she gets down the chariot

Towards the steps leading to the implacable pyre

Under endless catcalls  striking her bruised back…

Then, like in a dream, she revises all her life,

The long learning of theses women’s secrets,

Study of  potions, plants and fire

Ancient  habits of rituals on night

All of that she used to assist her sisters

The joy to see a smile of respite

To see sneaking diseases vanishing

To feel under her hand the peace of hearts

Who is this powerful god, in the name of whom man kills

What is this cross in so hostile hands

Is there no love in this herd in fury

What did she do, to these people who did not known her

And, as the flames  burn her face

As the dense  fumes blur her misled eyes

Her being  soaks up by an everlasting peace

At her ears gets through a confused murmur

And sweet gleams  seep in her body,

Loving smiles  opened to her,

At last, in sigh, she spurts ahead to heaven

The Witch    –  ENY