The Power of Justice
As the flames wither and fade the crowd stares as you remain,
unharmed. The ashes of the ropes that bound you are now simply ash
that lays across you. The people gaze at you in fear, and lost on
them is the irony that when they simply thought that you were a witch,
they felt power over you, but now that they know you are a witch they
cower to you. You gaze at them with fire in your eyes, and speak.
"What gives you the power to decide whether or not you can burn
me? What makes you all so much wiser than everyone else that it is up
to you to decide who lives and dies? Are you God? If not, I do
believe that you have no right to make these decisions, and if you
claim you are, that means you are more deserving to be tied to a stake
than I ever have been!"
