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.
Categories:
cosses, historybody, sun,
Form: Verse
Young men in virile stride
Pass to see the prize that awaits.
Competitive glares that will push the envelope
Who will stand to accept the honor?
"You will never win the Spaceman of the Year Award!!"
"I will SO!"
Into the chamber for another test
Mistakes made here cause no harm, but for another try.
Out on the pad the candle waits
. . . 3, 2, 1, and the earth trembles.
In weightless triumph, a linking to the station
Tasks completed, only to find the Scytheman lurks aboard.
Decisions made must be obeyed
Life, in a momentary test of wills.
A Commander must make the choice
"You haven't the love of humanity for it !!!"
Love, Humanity, Home he will never see again
Heavy his heart as his choice is in the mirrored image he sees.
"Get OFF my spaceship!"
A struggling crew depart
Cramped quarters aboard the station to await eventual rescue.
Commander alone
His "Good-byes" over the static.
Up at the zenith
The pockmarked Statesman glows.
A wry smile cosses his countenance as he hears the words
"Commander, you are the Spaceman of Life!!"
Categories:
cosses, adventure, life, science fiction,
Form: Narrative