Salem Church

on a warm and windless autumn night by an eerie full moon’s glow i watch the evil sacrifice from the cover of tombstone rows the fathers and sons of Salem Church buried here since the Civil War forgotten thru the fog of time are called to earth once more a circle of familiar faces in black robes and pentagrams surround the hooded overlord with knife in lifted hand i hear the animal’s piercing cry above the heartbeat chants and see the ghosts rise from the fire as the high priest starts to dance and then the air grows quiet a demon turns and points at me i try to run but catch my shirt on a limb of the gallows tree “my god, it’s really real!” i scream inside my pulsing brain then i wake up in a tangled sheet and try to sleep again St. Thomas ‘88

Intro Image - "Salem Church" by Jerry
Empact Image - "Guiding Light" by  Richard Rizzo
 

Play "Salem Church" recited by Jerry