(In case, you don't know who the Pendle Witches are - a good reading point is here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pendle_witches and i will be writing more about this in the future)
Eighteen
You could cut the tension
With not just a knife
But a axe
Using it to channel your way
When they looked at each other
Before going back through time
To when they were both young,
About how much they had been in love
And planned to vanish
To that hut they’d always wanted
Up near Pendle Forest
just before the burnings started,
Only for the Soldiers to take it away,
Burning her to the stake
Only to be amazed
When the flames died
And he changed
Sending the survivors mad,
Born in flames
And dying in musket fire,
Unaware that demons
Was real
Not spiteful family gossip.
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