Year of the Damned

Hysteria warmed the winters night
As the girls cried lies with all their might
The game they played would not end
And none would remember how it began

To confess of moonlit rides
With the devils pride
A black cat or a canary bird
Proved you cursed the written word

Unlike the ones who fought the crazed
Today, not many could be that brave
19 hung on Gallows Hill
One crushed by the weight they instilled

1692 was the year of the damned
And was only stopped by the governer's ban
To be his wife, and accused on the spot
Was not to be tolerated by the ones out foxed

The girls were stopped with twenty dead
Hundreds more would rot with dread
Not all jails were emptied of the living
Some went on, with their endless striving

The US and the UK led the dread of the fight
And still today, some are oppressed with fright
Hiding in the proverbial broom closet
And not all of us wear black and corsets

Before you accuse those around you
Not all superstitions are clear and blue
Some bear understanding and learning
Without the hanging or the burning