Bamberg, July 24 1628
My dear, O dearest Margaret,
How I wish to hold you in my arms!
But, I shall never again,
rotting in a cold cell,
Condemned for odious crimes I've never commit.
Please, pardon my awful writing,
I can barely hold a
Since my torturers have crushed my finger.
As you can see, I'm still bleeding while writing this letter...
accused of sorcery and as you know,
At the Church Court, you're guilty even when you're not.
In the obscure atmosphere of a dirty
I was stripped naked and whipped
By merciless, masked persecutors.
Your pain is their gain, so you'd yell in
Tied to the rack and quartered,
Every fibre of my frame ached,
O the ripping suffering I endured...
But I'll spare you
the most gruesome details.
Unable to bear further torture,
I had to make up some sins,
And denounce my accomplices...
a pathetic masquerade!
Tomorrow, I'll be burned on the pyre.
I just can't sleep at night,
Assailed by haunting
I did nothing wrong, my conscience is pure,
In my mind I'll be innocent until the end.
They can attack my weak
But my soul remains unstained!
My judges will be judged
For their twisted caricature of justice.
clung to their bible,
Dedicating a cult to abomination.
When ignorance is sovereign,
Superstitions kill and Faith rhymes
One of my jailers
Whose heart still knows human feelings
Promised me to give you this missive.
As soon as you
Run away from this land of madness.
The sun goes down,. A mournful organ
Seems to groan a theme for my
Farewell, beloved daughter,
Your father shall embrace you nevermore...