Crucible Poem

Don't Mess With The Devil

Your Web of Lies

Has Caught you in a bind

It's too late to free yourself

you are mine now

Ya' Danced, ya' spun, and did a little jig

Lied to the people

With a little grin

It was ever so cunning

Using me as an excuse

To get rid of Lady Proctor

by making her vamoose

If only I had told ya'

That proctor has forgotten

How he touched you for a moment

Then left you a bit rotten

But silly ol' me

I don't do that kind of thing

So stop your heart

But, too bad

It just ain't you

Ya' yell, Ya' scream

And you do your thing

Tellin' the lies

And putting it in there ears

Of these "witches"

So it appears

It's a shame

At least for you

That you will be killin' Proctor too

You tell me you'll fix it

But it ain't gonna happen

I'm gonna make him die

I'll do it for you without even a cry

So, don't Beg

Don't Plead

Don't do anything

Just tell him you love him

And he'll understand

At least in your mind

That is

Too tell you the truth

After all these years

He's much rather die

Because he found his peace

But not with you or I.