Death dance

This is a morbid poem about the Crucible. Which if youve ever read is a very dark story about the witch hunts. This describes a scene in which young girls are playing with witch craft and dark religions.
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Sun gone now Blue moon through black clouds.
Chilling breeze Grass and leaf flutter beneath.

Close the gate Run down the forest trail.
Past barn and crop Into the deep woods, never glancing back

With friends Giggling and skipping, straight through the night
Hands full Flowers,dolls, and the Black Cauldron

On and on it goes this childish game we play

Here we stop Light the fire and fill the pot.
Casting in Our trinkets, and our selfish desires

Speak now The foreign chants of far off lands
Singing loud Unknown songs of black melodies

Dance with me These foolish ballads and mystic jigs
Run about Silly girls prancing about naked and naive

Never knowing what it means, the blood was drank.
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Hope that inspired emotions.