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[bodytext] => The frightened crowd parted as the accused witch passed Her fiendish hands were bond bloodily in front of her Sorrow struck her placid face An angered man bolted from the mob, & shoved the pitiable Harper to the ground She disgustingly spat out the cold dirt, Harper swiftly turned her head & narrowed her cold eyes The man roughly grabbed her shoulder & pulled her up, He smugly pushed her towards the abandoned platform Harpers black, tightly laced shoes lightly pounded on the steps As she ascended up those creaky, wooden steps, The mass of people threw putrid, rotten fruit at her, Apples, oranges & aged peaches clung to her dirty dress The noose was fastened tightly on her nimble neck Silver tears streamed from her eyes, down her childish, rosy cheeks Harpers pleading whimpers were enough to break the most evil of hearts Her tiny feet deliberately step onto the oak wood stool The executioner smiled with a smirk of absolute evil People watched in hurried anticipation, As his big, husky foot vengefully kicked the stool Harpers petite neck broke instantly, and the bones painfully cracked She was left there for dead…she died at once, Her lips had turned an icy blue, The rigid rope was turning her neck a rich, crimson red Harper Annalaya Strenna: Born December 24, perished June 18th Was she innocent? Or a victim of the devil? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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