Act7: Thirteen Praises for the Dewill
Men gather to Sheriff’s house to form a search party. Night is dark when they begin their quest.
Narrator:
Seekers of a missing child
Brave men from the village
Guided by strange glow of light
Which can only be the great unholy might
They hear the whispers from the Forest
Voices in their head telling of their death
No one knows who is friend and who’s foe
Like their fright rise a burning glow
Finally trees stand apart
Fire burns chilling their hearts
What a terrible sight they see
Baby impaled in a young tree
With heavy hearts and deep sorrow they return
Deceased little girl with them
They carry the small mutilated body to her mom
Telling that her first born child is gone
She must see with her own eyes
It can't be that her baby girl just died
(Sheriffs house. Upstairs
People gather to see the tragedy)
Narrator:
All can only gaze
Standing on the stairs
Is mother with messy hair
lifting screaming child high in the air
The Dead baby lives!
Sheriff’s daughter:
Why you lied?
My child, she´s alright!
Narrator:
(Whispers spread amongst the gathered people)
Witch...whispers one
...Witch...says another
Christine:
Witch! She is a witch!
She resurrects the dead!
The Curse is coming back!
We must fight against that!
Villagers:
Kill the witch! Burn her and her bastard child!
Or she will make the Dead restless again!
Sheriff:
Stop this madness! We have done no wrong!
Christine:
Your eyes don't lie!
She must have slept with Dewill to have these powers
That sacrilegious baby which won't die
A bastard child born of incest
This whole family has turned their backs on God.
They all have forsaken the holy truth and turned to dark path
We must act or face the God's wrath
Villagers:
This work of the Dewill must end tonight!
Burn them all and their house of Sin!
With righteous flames blessed by almighty God
We will banish servants of evil from this village
Narrator:
Fearful family gathered together and forced inside their house
Praying for salvation and help from their God which has forsaken them
First torch flies into the house and flames break loose
Three witches watch as flames rise to heights
Screams of the innocent fill the night sky
As one house burns down another one on hilltop rises...
End of play
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