mai venn Poems
Haunt Me No More
You come into my dreams,
I cannot stop you,
You enter the corridor of my most inner mind,
Plundering, trampling on my hopes of joy.
You, oh long shadow of what claims to be a nun,
A nun, who judges one
From whence they leave their mother's womb.
Judge not me- the fatherless one
But judge thy own self.
Does it bother you that I am the sin that came to life?
Well, I am.
Yes, I am
And I will always be
This fairy woman of Ireland, set in history to be forthwith.
Messenger of death, is part of our folklore and myth
There are many tales of her sorrowful sound and sad cry
The wailing lament of the Banshee sigh
While she waits, she combs her long straight hair,
Warning the kin of their advancing despair.
She follows the names of a certain clan.
And prepares them first, as this is part of the plan.