Dear Abby Poem by Erica Davison

Such a beautiful demon
Weaving into shadows causing fright and loss of love
Tortured and unused little child
Dear Abby
Does it make you feel good
To have the final word
Dear conspiring and conniving little girl
Dear Abby
Wondering through the night
Making men shrivel at your fright
Dear demon
Claiming love and fear of God
To swallow judgement wasn't hard
When you did what's in your heart
To play the evil part
To shiver in your seat and scream at passing doves
With make believe of witchery
The reverend will agree once you've paid your filthy fee
And got your followers to plea for you
The needle dripping blood untrue
The noose was made for you too soon
So you had to flee, leaving life to fade from green to black in years

Salem's calling you home
It made no sense to go
They want your heart
They want your soul
They want your evil part in whole
No escaping what was told
When you left there was a hole
No one else could fill, dear demon, when will you be coming home?

Dear demon
Virgin child
Untouched by truth and love of God
Salem would be proud to know a witch as true as you
Dear Abby, demon child
Mother of the noose
Salem will be calling you home