In Salem town where shadows crept,
And fear in whispered voices swept,
The cold winds carries cries of blame,
As innocence was scorched in flame.
The women wept, their hearts ablaze,
Trapped in the dark, accusing gaze.
For secrets told in midnight’s hour,
Were twisted into deadly power.
A finger pointed, whispers grew,
What once was friend became untrue.
And bound by lies, they met their fate,
Victims of a twisted hate.
With gallows raised against the sky,
The righteous claimed their right to lie.
Innocence and truth undone,
When fear and fury beat as one.
Now Salem sleeps, with haunted past,
Its voices hushed, its shadows cast.
Yet still the echoes coldly fall,
A warning whispered to us all.
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The Royal Octopus 