For this I’ll burn.
Your prompt is ROAST.
His burnt flesh bubbles
The fat of the Witch Finder
Roasts just like the rest
What do you want to send up in smoke?
For this I’ll burn.
Your prompt is ROAST.
His burnt flesh bubbles
The fat of the Witch Finder
Roasts just like the rest
What do you want to send up in smoke?
The stake comforts me
A support against my back
My curse roasts the air
(Better late than never! My first try for the Horror Haiku Club!!!🔥🔥🔥)
I’m not scared of hell
I wish I was. I’d rather
Burn than simply cease