Salem’s Secret

Ally

They taught you fear of shadows deep

Of whispers riding on the breeze

They showed you hags with souls to reap

And twisted takes to ill appease

 

You learned to dread the midnight dance 

The cauldrons brew 

The judging glance 

Of those who watched the embers glow

 

For it was not the accused one's plea

Nor the spells they wove in secret nights

That brought the gallows twisted tree

 And snuffed out innocent fridge lights 

 

Fear those who piled the pyre high

Who claimed God's word with burning breath 

Their righteous rage, a hollow cry

They were the architects of death

 

So tremble not for those 

Who met a fiery doom

But fear the wicked souls 

Who sealed them in a tomb

  • Author: Twilight (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 26th, 2025 20:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: When you think of the Salem witch trials, you may think men burned the evil devil-worshipping witches who ruled over Salem. But that story was told by the ones who burned the women and children alive. We were taught to fear the ones who deserved to burn, but who is to say that they deserved it? They were innocent women burned alive, and the way their story gets passed on is that they were witches. Nothing more, nothing less, their life had less meaning because they were "witches."
  • Category: Religion
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  • sorenbarrett

    Symbolic of all that are tormented and tortured by society. We are judgmental by our own distorted point of view assuming it to be correct. This poem makes its point poetically. Nicely written. For those of us that don't believe in witches these were people that because they were different or for political reasons were condemned. We do the same today not with witches but any that are different and instead of hanging or burning them ostracize, ridicule and torment them. Sad world.



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