Witch

She always knew there was a Phoenix inside of her
She will gloriously rise from smouldering ashes
She will spread her soot stained wings and soar
But first She must endure
A firey death at the hands of those she's helped
With a potion, a spell, and wisdom borrowed from ancestors
Aching and pleading for understanding
While voyeuristic villagers wait in anticipation
For the fire to ignite her soul and set her free