The Witch In Me

Set back in the dark ages,
Where all witches were considered a threat to the good and the bad,
Day by day witches were burnt at the steak screaming their lungs out for forgiveness,
But no one cared;
They stared and watched into the hot fire and flames that was killing witch’s for being
Nothing but them selves.
No one understood them for who they were,
Cowards were what the people referred to witch’s as.
People like witches were considered evil for living and per swaying a different lifestyle
That had a touch of magic added to it.
Spells and charms were considered hexes and voodooist, but it wasn’t,
Spells and charms were used to protect the inner witch,
And spells were used to make life a little easier and also to cure and heal health.
Watching and feeling inner witches’ cries was an awful and horrible thing to see.
Looking above the witches’ body half burned down to dark black ash was a bright blue light,
His powers were moving on as he was going straight down to hell.
Is this me I see, in my past life?
Or is the person in my dream simply the inner witch in me?