Have you ever stood at the stake?

Hands tied behind your back.

A thousand souls staring at you,

judging you.

For what their own God sent me to do.


They all line up to spit at me.

Scorn me.

Call me witch. Call me fraud.

Asking me to deny the God. Their God.

And I picture Him as I watched

the flaming torch drop onto the hay. 

Joan of Arc

By Josie

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