The darkness in this cell taunts me
it says I'm going to die
I shouldn't even really be here
everything they said was a lie
I never cursed the maids in our house
I wouldn't even know how
But the guards are grabbing my arms
the judge will see me now
You'd think I'd have my family
that they would be on my side
But they are just as presuaded
and their eyes just as wide
It seems all odds are against me
that there's no way of escape
I take in a heavy sigh
and bravely face my fate
I stand in front of the glaring crowd
and the screams fill the room
Once the girls hit the floor and cry
I clearly see my doom
But I still have a slim chance
I won't have to take the blame
Just confess to all the crimes
and say other witches names
But I refuse this unfair trial
I won't break beneathe the judges looks
I'm not saying I work for the devil
I spilt no blood in his book
I'll spend a hundred years back in the cell
I'll never lower myself to this crime
To make other innocent girls go through this
the blame will remain mine
So the next day I wake to more darkness
but I'll soon see the sun
Only I'll be facing the shadow of the gallows
and I'll die in front of everyone
One man pushes me through the people
while another slips the noose over my head
A bag will be placed over my face
and I'll hang until I'm dead
With one last smile to my trembling family
I say my farewells
If I am a witch as you all believe
than I'll see you all in hell
*I actually put a few facts in this poem, like how "witches" were believed to sign the devils book in their blood, and how saying you were a witch and telling other witches names meant you would live instead of being hanged. Comments would be great, thanks!*
