The Salem Witch Trials

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The girl steps forward

Golden hair and emerald green eyes

Skin as pure as her soul

She knows now what she has to do

 

The girl walks down the aisle

Her clothing as black as her thoughts

Her eyes downcast, not so green now

She steps up to the podium, oblivious to the stares

 

The girl opens her gloved hands

And twists her wrists so her sleeves fall

The stares grow hard

Who does she think she is?

 

The Devil steps up to her right

Whispers in her ear

Senuous, all emcompassing

She raises her hands higher

 

An angel steps out from the crowd

And points a bony finger at her

No, not an angel

But to them, a saviour

 

The girl notices the bones under the light

But keeps her hands held high

Her lip quivers

But she knows it has to be done

 

The angel grabs another girl

A small, slight thing

With raven hair

The little girl screams and writhes

 

The Devil gives the green-eyed girl a somber look

Then he motions to the angel

Who tosses aside the little one

To condemn the one who has done no wrong

 

The green-eyed girl accepts her fate

A noose and tree are shown to her

She doesn't waver

After all, she's met with worst

 

Her eyes downcast as the angel drops the rope

It tightens around her neck

But to her it is salvation

After all, she had marks on her wrists

 

The Devil tells her it's not too late

She could admit her sins

The green-eyed girl turns her gaze

And tells him to make it tighter

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The Darcy Perspective

This poem was inspired by The Crucible, and is for everyone who has ever felt wronged.