As innocent as a fresh born babe and with a deformed face, my left eye lower than my right, accused of being a witch, I denied the claims of witchcraft at the August 1612 Witches Trial in Lancaster County, England.
Wrongfully convicted, sentenced to death, I couldn’t believe I’d come to this.
Shocked by the thought of my life ending so soon, I passed out before being dragged to my cell.
Days later, I stood below a hanging noose tied to a thick branch of a tree, my heart trembling, tears falling from my downcast eyes.
About to be hung to death, through my tears I spied my nine-year-old daughter, Elizabeth Device, watching from afar in a field, whose false testimony brought me here.
And I screamed, “God save me!” before I left this unjust world.
Bob Boyd
