I am colder than ice
Yet they made me burn
But I am no demon
From the darkest nocturne
I am neither shadow
Nor light
I'm a ghost in the forest
That wanders the night
'A witch' the villagers
They said, with dread
Fires from their torches
The Witchfinder led
They came with their forces
Till my body was dead
'She has poisoned my horses'
One villager said
Their crops didn't grow
Their seeds didn't sow
The sun didn't shine from the clouds
And the moon didn't glow
But I lived alone
So I was the cause
Alone with a bone
From my beloved dead horse
I was dragged and burned
By the rivers weir
A girl never mourned
Is nothing to fear
But three hundred years on
I'm still wandering here
A wraith in the woods
You should never come near
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem