Among the tribe

Gathering her worried hands on her gown
Her eyes dropped once in the middle of the crowd
Their rage filled eyes greedily devouring the last of her hopes
Their fancy dresses and bobbing heads made her feel quite peasant

Shaken-fisted men shouting with shook heads
In the silence created by the glaring good women
Their arms crossed rolling their eyes towards the cross
Ignoring the one being crucified by their cruel sight and condemnation

A young girl danced before the crowd
To some silly song she had in her head
Claiming instead she was ensorceled by the hag
They all laughed and roared in some embracing ecstasy

The hammer fell against the table
The sacrificial ceremony had officially begun
A witch on a stake her eyes now closing so tight
Only to open again among the wood and all her lost friends tonight