Pyewackety Poem by christine mcCherry

With hair the colour of Lancashire coal
And eyes as black as the Devils soul
Pyewackety roamed the Pendle hills
Dispensing herbs to cure all ills

She was strange and free and wild
She used her skills to help a child
The potions failed, the baby died
Pyewackety held him close and cried

The villagers branded her a witch
They found her hiding in a ditch.
Men lashed her tightly to a pole
Burned her alive to save her soul!

Just at the time Pyewackety died
Every cat in the village cried
The villagers fled into the night
For they had seen a fearsome sight.

Amid the hot and hungry flame
Out of Pyewacketys ashes came
A feline form with hate filled eyes
Leapt from the fire that lit the skies

Then with fiery, fetid breath
She avenged her fearful death
Every house burned to the ground
No living soul was ever found

With fur the colour of Lancashire coal
and a heart as black as the Devils soul
Pyewackety roams the Pendle hills
Try not to meet for now she kills! ! !