Wraith Poem by Maurice Rowlands

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