Mother Demdike
Th’ edge o; dark
Foor th’ sun fund cant noather heer nor theer
Jorrum honest fooak creawded
Teawn shrinking abweat ‘em
Witch, bawls eawt “th’ coomin on still”
Witch, bawls eawt “Odsweawnds oppen”
Fo’evile Moytherd id’ sowl
hoo cosses yearth.
Dule Onsertn
by that meanes, th’ body shalt dee.
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The execution of Mother demdike, the witch at the centre of the the Pendle (England) witches.
For The Contest Sista's bloody Sista's/ England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland
The edge of dark
for the sun found solace neither here or there
many honest folk crowded
Town shrinking about them
Witch cries out “the coming of still”
Witch cries out “gods wounds open”
For evil troubled it’s soul.
She curses the earth
devil answered
by that means, the body shall die.
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