Flame on the Fire

Skinned of his flesh he could not even scream from the pain! They took everything including his eyes, ears, nose and of course his tongue. They had gathered around now a wood burn pile and pole, him bound to it. They were ready to set a fire.

As the crowed gathered around something happen. First it was a low pitch groan….from him. A small glow of red/yellow flame started to ripple across his body from not the torch yet to be used but from somewhere else…..

As he started to scream the flames grew…..from a small ripple to a infernal blaze…..his scream reached a crescendo then he disappeared.

Ireland 1855

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