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The crowds are gathered

To the burial site

This exhumation

A banishment rite

Her hair and nails

Grow as before

And fresh blood

In heart, engorged

Set alight

Upon the stone

Her organs smoldered

And mixed in a bowl

The brew is such

To cleanse the flesh

Of Mercy's witching

And Edwin's death

Compounding misery

A dreadful mix

The ashen water

Presented thus

His spirit shaken

Weighs grim the thought

-"Mine kind hath remedies

Far removed from God"