Banshee Poem by Crimson Love
Banshee
A spirit that walks among the lifeless,
She dost wail a cacophony of inescapable sound,
She warns impending death among the damned,
A lustrious figment of air that truly was never there,
A screeching Monster, need not warn me of death,
Death resides in my shadow, always near enough to touch, ,
So wail Banshee, and warn me of what already was to be.
A detailed insight into the mythology of one of the world's most feared monsters. Beautiful work, my friend.
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4/19/2024 6:46:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I could just hear her screaming. No wonder people are afraid of death... :) . If I'm having nightmares tonight, I'll blame your poem!