Warlock Blues

The flames were crackling and the oak wood was burning slow.
They saved me for last because no martyr was needed.
I stood for something and I can't quite remember what.
I spoke about human rights when they said I'm less than human.
Many faces surround the fire I'm about to be placed in
and they smiled even though I never caused them harm.
I asked one of my guest, "Have we met before?"
And before I knew it my face was introduced to a stone.