The Curse of Sarah Flynn

In sixteen ninety-two, Salem bore a wicked sin; It was there atop a rugged hill, They hanged old Sarah Flynn The Elders deemed her guilty, Of witchcraft they accused; Prepared to draw her final breath, While others stood amused Scoffing her accusers, She shouted emphatically; "Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob!" "Death shall come to thee in three's!" From the end of a rope she gasped, The Elders looked on with a grin; Benjamin, Walter, and Jacob, Three brothers, all evil within Innocent souls were tortured, Of witchcraft they confessed; The Elders often chanted, "To heaven, we are blessed" It was three years in passing, Since the death of Sarah Flynn; The Elder brothers perished, Her curse upon these men Benjamin fell from a rooftop, Walter drowned in a shallow creek; Jacob was dragged by a furious steed, Three deaths within three weeks Sarah Flynn was never a witch, Nor others who died so tragically; In the darkest hours of Salem, Vengeance reigned in three's!