From the window, I watched the girl who spurned me.
Lovely Emelie… dangling from the tree, swinging from side to side in mocking glee.
My heart fluttered a staccato serenade. Even then, her beauty didn’t fade.
Her white dress billowed in a breeze I couldn’t touch, concealing all that was denied from me.
The mob stirred like a stormy sea.
I watched as they tore her apart… to pieces, like my broken heart.
Witch or not, she put a spell on me- a man of God.
Lovely Emelie… She should’ve loved me…
Foolish girl chose to die on that tree…
© 2013 K.Z. Morano