BLACK MAGIC

BLACK MAGIC

People feared for their lives in ages past,
when strange maladies seemed to last.
The townsfolk talked, keeping voices low,
"Must be Sarah, she is a witch, you know!"

They said she dabbled in black magic, so,
they would hang her high and prepared to go.
By torchlight they went to Sarah's tiny shack,
Twas an angry mob, there was no looking back.

"Hanging's not enough to end her spells, I say!
we must burn her at the stake, she must pay!"
In the shack, an unsuspecting Sarah sat alone,
tired and weary, just glad to be there at home.

She turned the faded pages of a Bible, very old,
but hearing the noise outside, her blood ran cold.
Looking out the window, her deepest fears began,
seeing the torch lights in the hands of angry men.

The deed was done quickly, as horrific a crime,
as any that had happened, way back in that time.
She was not the first burned, so misunderstood,
and not the last for people who thought it good.

Now it is a part of our history, Salem's the town,
that sought out the "witches" and put them down.
Has it really ended, or do ghosts haunt them all?
Do others practice black magic, hearing the call?

We may never know and will never understand.

Countrymom
10/25/10

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