The Water Chair

Cold iron shackles bind my hands and feet,

I struggle and scream,

So they silence me with an iron spike,

Say it's to stop me communicating with the Devil,

I hurt all over to say the least,

So scared as I hang above the murky depths,

The lake's taken so many innocent lives,

They're jeering and laughing at me,

Calling me a witch, damning me to hell,

I've done nought but go to the woods and back,

Talked to a child and stayed at home for the rest of the day,

Now I'm a witch?!

They let me go,

And immediately, the icy cold water engulfs me,

It's dark and cold, I see what many others saw before death,

The blackness of the lake,

And my hair flowing in front of my face,

My lungs burning, I scream inside,

As my mouth opens and the water takes my life.