Salem

I walk quietly there

My step silent upon the ground

I walk quickly there

Barely a foot placed down

I walk dreaded there

Slowly do my steps go

I walk downcast there

I they down did throw

Such a pleasant pasture here

The scene of my demise

Such a pretty green field there

Too much for me to surmise

So much hatred gathered here

All eyes upon the condemned

I shall be murdered there

And this blood flow shall be stemmed