Greatest price…

“You!” the young girl shouted
As fear from her mouth spouted

“You did this to me!
She’s evil! Can’t you see?”

“Oh my poor, dear child
What has caused you to go wild?”

She points and then falls down
Body shaking on the ground

She has pointed at you
You think “What did I do?”

The townsfolk meanwhile
Are preparing for your trial

You’re taken off to jail
And your hopes begin to pale

There are others like accused
As this witch hunt now ensues

Just yesterday someone died
Now there’s nowhere left to hide

The day has finally come
And the trial has begun

The accusations fly
You think “Why do they lie?”

“They know that I’m not bad.
Have they all gone mad?”

The girls again do say
That you haunt them night and day

They say they know for fact
With the devil you made a pact

And you gave them such a fright
They’re afraid to sleep at night

Again you say NO
That this has not been so

That you are truly good
It’s all misunderstood

The court now hears no more
You are led out of the door

Back to your cell
Now only time will tell

The time it went too quick
And the verdict made you sick

The court now has deemed
You’re a witch so it now seems

And now you are to die
From a branch way up on high

Your pleas carry no weight
As they set your fateful date

The day it comes too soon
And as the sun sees noon

You are led to a tree
Where everyone can see

Now you feel the rope
As it’s place around your throat

You look around again
Hoping to find a friend

But you are alone
You begin to sob and moan

The moment now is here
The moment that you fear

And now you hear the call
You feel yourself begin to fall

The rope has now gone tight
You struggle and you fight

For one more gasp of air
Then you cease to care

And as the world does fade
The greatest price you paid…


About ynnarie

Lynn Salisbury grew up in the rural town of McGrath, Minnesota. After graduating from McGregor High School in the mid 1980’s, she moved to the Twin Cities. Lynn spent her 20’s and 30’s working like the average person, never imagining the calling that awaited her. But those two decades of working, learning, growing, led to the day a friend challenged Lynn to write. Lynn met that challenge and never looked back. Now she draws from her life’s experiences and creative mind to weave stories. Stories about different worlds, different lives, different perspectives. If you ask her about her life, Lynn will tell you it’s been rather simple and sometimes boring. But if you dig a little deeper you will find that it’s been a bit more exciting than that. Lynn has done everything from designing clothes ranging from prom and wedding dresses to drag queen attire and everything in-between, became a registered, ordained Pagan minister in the state of Minnesota, to creating a group, on a social media site, of fans devoted to her favorite football team that has more members than most medium sized towns. Lynn still lives in the Twin Cities area, enjoying the changing seasons, spending time with family, working, and writing. She will admit she hasn’t found her genre niche yet, and she secretly hopes she never does, leaving the possibilities wide open for any type of story that formulates in her head, mixed with a bit of muse inspiration, to spill out into the written word. She writes what she would want to read, having taken to heart a piece of advice she once heard. And she feels blessed and grateful for the chance to share her stories with the world. As the mother of three amazing, beautiful and strong daughters, Lynn knows that even when the world seems the darkest, they are her light. And she never forgets what an honor and privilege it is to be their mother. “If you haven’t had your ‘a-ha’ moment today, you haven’t been paying attention.” – Lynn Salisbury
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