The salem witch trials

February 23, 2016

The girl huddled in the corner

She knew once they were here they would take her

She would meet her entirnal fate

The poor girl cried knowing everything would end in only a few short hours

She knew she'd meet her death by rope and tree

For to them she was only a witch

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