10 seconds left,
Some will call it tragic,
Others a gift,
But in the end I don’t care,
It’s not like I will be here.
Ticking drums in my head,
The sound is daunting,
Like the ticking of a clock,
And when it ends,
So will I.
9 families cursing my name,
From where they stand, beyond my chains.
The mothers are weeping,
The fathers are sneering and glaring.
“A witch!” they proclaim,
And I cannot blame them,
For I know they speak truth.
If only my mouth were not gagged,
If only I had the words to apologize.
8 years, I’ve hidden this power,
Growing in my chest,
A plague that would devour
Salem in its Tempest.
I cannot control the storm.
I should have ended it long ago,
But I was afraid,
And now I must pay.
7 Promises shattered,
Promises to be careful,
Promises to stick together.
How naive we were,
To think we could stop it.
The storm persisted ,
And with it, my tarnished destiny.
6 dreams lost,
One wanted to be a teacher,
Another, a doctor, or farmer,
But now they are all dead.
Soon, I will join them,
Finally free of my ailment.
5 fresh graves,
In which, lie all that remains,
Of my only friends
Oh my friends!
I could not control it!
4 days before they found me,
Hiding in the mountains.
I did not resist,
Readily, I confessed.
3 days alone,
Sitting in a cell,
hating myself.
2 men upon the platform,
Priest and executioner.
1 toll of the bell.
farewell.
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