“There is witchcraft in our blood,

in our bones we carry the magic

that you could not burn away.

You see, fire doe not eat fire.

Your mother would have taught you that

if the world hadn’t convinced her

that despite her body being able

to bring life into this world,

she is not a magical being.

Maybe the witches you burned

were the daughters of something

more holy than you could ever handle.

So you set them alight for being different,

forgetting that even the son of your God

was once condemned for being too pure,

too beautiful, to different for this world.

History devoured your name,

but we have never forgotten

what you did, witch hunter.

You see, fire never forgets.

When you burned the witches

you thought what you did was small.

But the flames gave birth to ideas

and the ideas set alight souls.

For every witch you burned

there are now a thousand witch women

living differently, and standing tall.

And you may have burned some of us,

but you will never destroy it all.”