La Sorcière

Belladonna burned limb to limb Thistle thorns pinned to her hips She turned to ashes They coughed up black Can't kill a witch with her pride intact Oh no The Devil's daughter Can take the piss Jus primae noctis He said, “let’s just forget All the pain that is the past” Three marks on skin scored in red The scarlet letter lies on her back Rose from the ashes They called her name She is the baroness Patron saint of shame Didn’t wish for martyrdom, Didn’t wish for blame All the embers, are like flags in the flame

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026