The Witch of Edmonton
In a village shrouded, where shadows creep
Lived a woman cursed, with secrets to keep
A witch, they whispered, in fearful tones
Her heart was heavy, her blood turned to stones
Penchant for oaths and blasphemies
Claimed to have provided the
Devil his first access to her
Accused of murderer by use of magic
In Winchmore Hill, where the wild winds wailed
A sow in the soap, and a life was unveiled
Agnes betrayed with a vengeful strike
But the fires of fate blazed wild and spiked
A dog named Tom
Appeared before her
Seducing her into serving Satan
With the help of Satan
She was able to cause great misfortune
On those who mistreated her
Elizabeth Sawyer tried and hanged for witchcraft
Oh, the devil told tales in the shape of a hound
Tom, his familiar, with eyes that astound
Three times a week, in darkness they played
Elizabeth's soul a fragile charade
Blasphemies lingered upon her lips
An oath, like a shadow, that sealed her eclipse
A mark they proclaimed, upon her bare skin
Innocence shattered, let the trial begin
Was she a witch who sold her soul to the devil or simply a lonely, mistreated woman?
Was Satan at work in Edmonton or were its villagers responsible for their own cruelties?
Lived a woman cursed, with secrets to keep
A witch, they whispered, in fearful tones
Her heart was heavy, her blood turned to stones
Penchant for oaths and blasphemies
Claimed to have provided the
Devil his first access to her
Accused of murderer by use of magic
In Winchmore Hill, where the wild winds wailed
A sow in the soap, and a life was unveiled
Agnes betrayed with a vengeful strike
But the fires of fate blazed wild and spiked
A dog named Tom
Appeared before her
Seducing her into serving Satan
With the help of Satan
She was able to cause great misfortune
On those who mistreated her
Elizabeth Sawyer tried and hanged for witchcraft
Oh, the devil told tales in the shape of a hound
Tom, his familiar, with eyes that astound
Three times a week, in darkness they played
Elizabeth's soul a fragile charade
Blasphemies lingered upon her lips
An oath, like a shadow, that sealed her eclipse
A mark they proclaimed, upon her bare skin
Innocence shattered, let the trial begin
Was she a witch who sold her soul to the devil or simply a lonely, mistreated woman?
Was Satan at work in Edmonton or were its villagers responsible for their own cruelties?
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