Salem Witch Hunt

They hid in hollow trees,
and holes in the ground,
but the dogs would soon find them,
each one would be bound.

Men hunting for them,
all the witches they could find,
binding them to posts,
not a one left behind.

Crowds gathered around,
as the fires were set,
the women crying forgiveness,
as their deaths would be met.

They screamed out in pain,
and chanted to the moon,
babies cried in their cribs,
soon there would be doom.

A cloud of green smoke,
rose from the flames,
shooting down through the crowd,
every man would be maimed.

The men screamed and cried,
but it was a little too late,
their fates had been sealed,
on that horrible date.