My Beloved - A Poem Written By: Alan Mack

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Press me they do, oh.... do they press me.

She must burn is screamed! God wills it too!

She is my friend, my ally. For I know this is not true!

It is your evil intent, I have seen all too often.

No more I say, never again will I do what you say.

Walk me down to the pyre, tie me to that post.

I will not betray, my ally.... the one I love the most.

I look down at the fire; as it climbs up to my legs.

I know that I am tied here, yet I try to get away.

A calm settles within me.....familiar feeling it is.

No more burning do I feel, upward and upward I go.

I hear a gentle voice floating on the air,

I look down to the woods that I know so well.

It is my beloved, finishing her spell.

I am free now to find you again.


Poetry Written By:

Alan Mack

Poetry Published By:

Eryn Dunbar


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