A 1612 Lancaster County Atrocity

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,
whose false testimony brought me here,
watching from afar in a field.
And I screamed, “God save me!”
before I left this unjust world.

Bob Boyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd