Hearken, littlʼ fiend! Thou wicked scucca, thou lowly ācweorna with deofelseoc, pitiful keeper of naught. Aye, I swear by mine own blood thou hast spilt, I shall grind thy skull ‘neath mine heel and shatter thy ugly pate, that all men may lay witness to the noisome blight that doth inhabit thee! by Jamie John Davies