Chase of the witch

A poem based on false accusations ,fear and hysteria that seem to arise in the 1600 . salem

Chase of the witch

In the darkness she hides

In the shadows she cries

Hunted by all those she knows

Her face bares the lies

And reflects in her eyes

As the charges are read by her foes

They point and they sneer

Her fate it draws near

Without a trial she’s condemned for her crimes

Judgment now past back to hell she is cast

Her sentence to burn in the night

It’s the chase of the witch

Her names on a list Before all the witch must confess

Bow down on your knees

Satan renounce 

Save your soul before it is dammed

A confession is sought

Accusations are made

A priest some where begs for her life

Tortured and starved Beaton and scared

6 days she lays way to the night

In the darkness she hides

In the shadows she cries

Her confession now goes unheard

Her face bares the lies

And reflects in her eyes

As she’s led to the place she will burn

They point and they cheer

Her fate is now here

She will die for her crimes against god

Judgment now past

Her sentence now cast

She screams as she blisters and burns

It’s the chase of the witch

Her name scratched from the list

Justice has now been served

Another accused hides in the night

Her face bares the lies

And reflects in her eyes

As the chase of the witch 

Starts anew.