Need to find the nettles.
Oak and ivy too!
Before the sun settles,
add them to the brew.
Light a fire and take a breath.
Incant the words,
just like in Macbeth
to bring the cycle’s death.
Go back to your past,
with sight of the future,
to right your wrong at least.
Until the moment of torture
you shall live the same.
Then you get to end the shame
and avoid all your pain.
If you too got to choose,
what would you do?
Where would you go?
What would you say?
Or would you be brave
enough to keep it all the same?