You are a curse
You are ******, girl
We will find you
Death upon you
The die is cast

Help me, I beseech you!
I come to your island
in hopes you give me shelter
from the most evil of people!
They talk to me in my head
and have cursed my body and soul.
Please, give me sanctuary.
Please, I beg of you!

The monks looked at each other,
looked at the olive-skinned woman before them,
her green eyes bright like emeralds.
They allowed her access to the monastery,
shelter from the cold and whatever
evils this girl was on the run from.

We can see you.
We know you can hear us.
Devil girl!
**** Satan in Hell!

The girl collapsed as soon as she stepped inside.
Three monks carried her to a bedchamber
to the left of the vestibule she collapsed in.
They let her sleep in her cloak and gathered
by the altar to discuss what was to be done.

Wake up, girl.
Awaken!

She screamed, it echoing down the main hall of the abbey.

Help! Sirs, help me!
My feet are on fire.

The monks hurried to her chamber,
whereupon the site of the blood
caused two of them to collapse.
The other three asked what had happened.

The people who are after me,
they did this to me,
gouged wounds into the soles of my feet
so slow my progress.
They are coming!
Please help me!

They couldn’t help, they were too scared.
Was this woman in league with the devil?
They were too scared of the answer.
They asked her to leave, she could not be helped,
not in this abbey, not in the village,
not on the island or any land on Earth.

But I am in need!
Yes, I have made a terrible mistake
but let me repent!
If you cast me out,
I am dead.

The monks still conscious cast her out…

**

She stumbled through the main road in the village,
her tears being blown towards her temples
by the gale that had arrived in her wake.
She tried speaking to the villagers.

Please help me!
I am of the Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn
and I have a curse put upon me.
Please, I implore you,
help me, I am in desperate need.

The villagers ignored her, walked briskly
back to their houses and closed the doors to her.

We are here.
We can see you in our minds.
We summon you, Satan,
take this girl
back to her rightful home.

A flash of light engulfed the woman,
but none of the villagers saw it.
They had shunned her in her greatest time of need
and this poor woman succumbed to magic
that does not reside in this world.

They found her body in the morning,
the wounds deep in her soles still fresh,
and oddly, a cross carved into the ground beside her,
the dagger used laying by her blood-soaked feet.
None of the monks laid claim to that cross,
and no one laid claim to her body.
A group of men hurriedly dug her a grave
and laid her body to rest with no marker.

May your soul find its place
in the worst room of Hell.

Help me!
It hurts so much!
Please, anyone?
Help me!