I feel the rope against my neck

They say I am a witch

As if they have proof.

All I do is heal

All they say I do is harm

I cure the sick

They say I kill the wounded

They put the black cloth over my head

I know the end of me is near.

I hear the crowd roar --

I can't see

I can't breath

My innocent life

Will die on this tree.

But my spirit lives on

To haunt the people of this town.

They will wish ..

They had never done

What they did to me.

~ I read a book about the Salem witch trials and then thought up the idea to
write this ~
 
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