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The Beloved Souls of Salem - by D. B. Sullivan Woe for the souls who in Salem did suffer as charges were levied Onto their innocent lives. Accusations of witchcraft had come from Neighbors and townsfolk who claimed to be Christian but lacking in virtue. Shame to the church and the christians within it for harming innocents. “Witches!” they cried with the pointing of fingers that surely would threaten Liberty, life and the standing of members devoted to their kin. Scant was the evidence offered as proof of offenses before God. Nevertheless were the parties subjected to needless suffering. Fantasies spreading like rats of the plague wherein feeble minded folk Bought into lies and horrific dishonesty. Feeding on their own Citizens, family, kindred and brethren, accusers provided Names to be targeted, lives to be shattered and souls to be condemned.   Where was compassion or doubt of the charges? The magistrates seemed to Judge the defendants as guilty without hesitation before a Series of hollow, facetious, nay “trials” determined the “truth” of What had transpired or who was a victim or who was free of guilt.   Month after month in the year of our Lord Sixteen Ninety Two and Three, Women and men were subjected to torturous treatment and terror. Humans betrayed by the church and the state and the village they so loved.   Sent to the gallows to die for the sins of the Puritan christians. Even the ones who were spared execution were brutalized, broken. Many imprisoned were tortured and beaten and died awaiting trial. Infants of mothers accused were then born in the prison, dark, cold and Died in conditions where no one would help them, out cast just as refuse. Such was the state of the village that dozens of innocent people Suffered and died on the words of accusers, and no one attempted Merciful pleading for grace or for clemency. Innocent were these “Witches”, these humans courageously standing as beacons of true strength. Truly, the only affliction was having no courage, no honor.   Baseless were claims of consorting with Satan or supernatural Dealings with devils and demons. The “Witches” were peaceful, upstanding Citizens, living their truth and in balance with nature and God’s Earth. None of the liars were punished or banished for needlessly causing Suffering, pain and unwarranted carnage, here upon the village. Puritans acting as nothing had happened here, sweeping the affair Under the rug and ignoring their actions that shattered all those lives. Long ago, names of the townsfolk forgotten like mud in the river. Ah! But the “Witches” are vaunted and hailed as beloved souls of yore.   They did not flinch upon seeing the noose, did not cower before men.   History shows that not death or destruction can vanish the Witches. Centuries later the pattern continues and “Men of God” inflict Pain and oppression on innocent victims while pounding the bible. Lest they forget it is they who will suffer the wrath that they have earned. Fires of Hell for the “righteous” and “holy” that prey upon the meek. See now! Not fire, not gallows, not torture will silence the spirit. None can extinguish the light of the Witches who tend to Earth’s children. Caretakers, healers and makers of magic, protectors of wounded Creatures and people, the coven is sacred, eternal and cherished. Self-righteous factions have always been keen on the prospect of power. Try as they might to suppress and subdue in the name of God’s command, We will still be here.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
The Beloved Souls of Salem
The Beloved Souls of Salem - by D. B. Sullivan Woe for the souls who in Salem did suffer as charges were levied Onto their innocent lives. Accusations of witchcraft had come from Neighbors and townsfolk who claimed to be Christian but lacking in virtue. Shame to the church and the christians within it for harming innocents. “Witches!” they cried with the pointing of fingers that surely would threaten Liberty, life and the standing of members devoted to their kin. Scant was the evidence offered as proof of offenses before God. Nevertheless were the parties subjected to needless suffering. Fantasies spreading like rats of the plague wherein feeble minded folk Bought into lies and horrific dishonesty. Feeding on their own Citizens, family, kindred and brethren, accusers provided Names to be targeted, lives to be shattered and souls to be condemned.   Where was compassion or doubt of the charges? The magistrates seemed to Judge the defendants as guilty without hesitation before a Series of hollow, facetious, nay “trials” determined the “truth” of What had transpired or who was a victim or who was free of guilt.   Month after month in the year of our Lord Sixteen Ninety Two and Three, Women and men were subjected to torturous treatment and terror. Humans betrayed by the church and the state and the village they so loved.   Sent to the gallows to die for the sins of the Puritan christians. Even the ones who were spared execution were brutalized, broken. Many imprisoned were tortured and beaten and died awaiting trial. Infants of mothers accused were then born in the prison, dark, cold and Died in conditions where no one would help them, out cast just as refuse. Such was the state of the village that dozens of innocent people Suffered and died on the words of accusers, and no one attempted Merciful pleading for grace or for clemency. Innocent were these “Witches”, these humans courageously standing as beacons of true strength. Truly, the only affliction was having no courage, no honor.   Baseless were claims of consorting with Satan or supernatural Dealings with devils and demons. The “Witches” were peaceful, upstanding Citizens, living their truth and in balance with nature and God’s Earth. None of the liars were punished or banished for needlessly causing Suffering, pain and unwarranted carnage, here upon the village. Puritans acting as nothing had happened here, sweeping the affair Under the rug and ignoring their actions that shattered all those lives. Long ago, names of the townsfolk forgotten like mud in the river. Ah! But the “Witches” are vaunted and hailed as beloved souls of yore.   They did not flinch upon seeing the noose, did not cower before men.   History shows that not death or destruction can vanish the Witches. Centuries later the pattern continues and “Men of God” inflict Pain and oppression on innocent victims while pounding the bible. Lest they forget it is they who will suffer the wrath that they have earned. Fires of Hell for the “righteous” and “holy” that prey upon the meek. See now! Not fire, not gallows, not torture will silence the spirit. None can extinguish the light of the Witches who tend to Earth’s children. Caretakers, healers and makers of magic, protectors of wounded Creatures and people, the coven is sacred, eternal and cherished. Self-righteous factions have always been keen on the prospect of power. Try as they might to suppress and subdue in the name of God’s command, We will still be here.
"The Beloved Souls of Salem" is written in the form of Epic Poetry, in the meter of dactylic hexameter, and describes some of the feelings, themes, and repercussions of the Salem Witch Trials Copyright ©2025 by D B Sullivan. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.
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