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Salem's Witches

Salem's Witches


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Published by Aime Ailein
Dedicated To My Ancestor Mary Eastey (Estey) who was hung as a witch on September 22, 1692
Dedicated To My Ancestor Mary Eastey (Estey) who was hung as a witch on September 22, 1692

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Published by: Aime Ailein on May 23, 2010
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Nineteen of Salem's Witches, I think of only one, the wife, the woman, the heroine from whom I'm proud

I've sprung. Alas! A cruel statement, three girls who to you accused, you and your two sisters of witchcraft as your muse. Curses, potions and magic spells was their vile claim, what they hoped that they would spark, what did they hope to gain? To take your life and smash it like a Mellon upon a stone? To take your beaten body and bite it to the bone? That pathetic congregation, those deranged men of the church, believed such wild fancies and took them straight to court and you and nineteen others were the unlucky ones you see; for the religious zealots and paranoid insane refused to set you free. Yet you stubborn as ever, continued to stand your ground, stating that you are innocent when all the people round...must have looked in awe and horror as those vicious girl remained acting out their demonic fits so that their lies remained. Forgiving and so willing you were to dismiss, the souls who hung a noose around you, when vengeance I would kiss. Even when the end came and your fate was sealed, you retained your dignity and your pride, your spirit they couldn't kill. Now I'm thinking of you Mary Easty dear and aware I am that my cowardly soul to you does not compare. You were ne'er witch nor wizard, no demon of any kind you were the truest Christian God could ever find. You retained your innocence, you retained your pride and when your world fell apart you pardoned them before you died. I however stand here descended of your seed and curse and spit I do those girls who took your life away. I shall never pardon them, never will I dismiss and I curse their memory every day I ponder it. They are the witches of Salem and suffered I hope they did from the guilt of the evil games they played and the gallons of blood they spilt. I hope that they had suffered, a vicious, nagging pain which

would reflect their filthy souls in which the devil gave. In hell I hope I see them and then vengeance I will hold, for the agony that they caused so many years ago.

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