little witch you where born a in the evil world
forgive little one for I was burned at the stakes
may my soul guide you may your father burn as well for being the one to burn me run little one find my coven find the elder witch she shall guide you and keep you warm let it be known little witch that you may find other witches but be warned to not trust many.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem