Salem Witch Trials
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The girl huddled in the corner
She knew once they were here they would take her
She would meet her entirnal fate
The reaper is not made of cloth and bone nor is he male,but a wondrous young woman, tall and thin and pale.
My first encounter with maiden fair
The world is solemn on judgment day
The wind whispers through tall oak trees, their withered leaves slowly descend to the ground
Rain gradually collects on the cold, hard earth
