The Salem Witch Trials
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
No one said that you are going to go through life unscathed. You will be hurt. You are going to hate people and people are going to hate you. You will even hate yourself. But those are not good enough reasons to give up. Someone out there loves you and cares about you and it will never be enough for you to love them back. You can’t just be done because your expectations weren’t met. You don’t deserve what you have, and until you understand that, you will never be happy with what you get.
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