Bad Omen: The Plagued Witch

A long, long ago in Aktem,

The plague ravaged Europe, killing millions.

Hysteria merged with the illness, like from fleas to mice to humans.

A young lady, Genivere, was infected by the plague, but in a different way–

she was internally ‘free’ of sickness; however, she could instantly spread it by touch!

She hid, afraid to sicken anyone else, yet she was caught and brought to trial.

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“Citizens of Aktem, God has exposed the devil’s craft!

Today, this woman is here for going against God’s law!

A vile creature is inside of her- a demon!

It creates rot in the flesh and spreads!

Almighty God, she is a witch! We shall set fire upon her,

to smite the devil’s wrath.”

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The roars of the executioner and shouts of the crowd.

Why did it have to end this way?

I am human– I possess emotions, wills, and reason.

Pain bestowed me with the gift of the reaper’s touch.

Plague trails everywhere I go,

Why was I the bringer of death?

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O’ Archangel Michael, help thee.

Lord the Great, please emerge from the skies, the Heavens above!

I confessed my sins to what I’ve done;

however, the Black Death keeps spreading from my fingertips.

Nature is not spared from this black halo.

I’m losing everyone I know and love.

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“Our people have judged, and so did God.

Sorcery shall condemn you to the depths of Hell.

Their indulgence and confessions unveil falsehood in prayer.

Heathens are God’s traitors; you don’t belong in Heaven!

Lady Genivere, for any final words to testify,

let God have mercy on thy soul!”

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“I pray to seek the Lord for forgiveness.

My pity, burdens, sorrow, and grief–

I mourn for Aktem.

From the loss of Lady Penelope, my dearest sister,

and watching what I love vanished into blackness.

I long for a blessing and prayer to cure thee of this hex!”

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The cries of the crowded transit into a celebration, rooting

for execution! Hopelessness aches in my heart.

While the fire escalates the heat,

I can feel the gates of Hell opening up against my skin. No…

I long to be with my loving sister again in Heaven– faith has forsaken thee;

I, “the Plagued Witch,” will be dying alone.

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The people believed it would end the plague in their city

with the witch gone,

but they thought wrong.

They tossed her body into the ditches of the infected.

It is unknown where Genivere’s soul has gone.

She could be in Heaven, Hell, or anyone’s body. It never leaves her alone.