The name you would probably wish to call
me is murderer.
The animal inside me would probably be a golden
retriever, loyal and truthful, yet powerless against
belief.
The object in my heart is a steel ball, strong
with what its purpose is, but unable to change
its cold, hard course.
The word written on my forehead is my name,
Murderer, because I know innocence but cannot
prove it.
A sound I love is the sound of the birds
chirping and singing, letting on that it's a
good day.
A sound I hate is the sound of the creaking
and stretching of rope and the snapping of
innocent lives.
A smell I love is the smell of fresh baked apple
pie, letting on of the good day that is passing.
A smell that I hate is the smell of blood running
from the lives of the innocent who hang for the
protection of one girl's name.
My favorite time of day is the evening after
all the trials and arrests are done for the day.
If my hands could speak, they would scream at
the number of deaths they signed off to and
refuse to sign more.
From my childhood, I remember how we would put
one or another person out of our lives until
he just seemed to dissappear, and I don't want
that feeling longer.
A phrase that my grandfather use to say when we were boys was
"It's always fun until someone gets hurts," and these
girls, I can tell, are having fun no more.
Author notes
This poem is from the point of view of a witch hunter from old Salem who doesn't like his job.
A contest entry
- By Invite Only by Heavens Child.
550 points, ended May 2, 2007, 27 entries
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Comments
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That is an outstanding poem. Not only are the lines strong, but they are simly saying this is me who I am there is no apology you just lay it on the line. Very good.
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Wow.... this is amazing. I love how you make such a incredible contrast between being a relatable human being, who loves simple pleasures in life (like we all do) to being a this horrific person who hunts witches and even though he doesn't like his job he continues to do it. Excellent write.
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like the history behind this story. and i really like the way they words string together. awesome job, you have some really great lines in here and are a great author. awesome job!
^Xerox^
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i wouldn't be surpised if that did happen in the real thing, a place built on the blood of women that thought differently, keep it flowing
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