Banshee Poem by Kostas Lagos
Banshee
Her wail...
A lamentation
for a death to come
The shrieking
psychopomp
is here
standing on
my threshold
singing
the chant
for my doom
Το γοερό της κλάμα...
Ένας θρήνος
για θάνατο επερχόμενο
Η ωρυόμενη
ψυχοπομπός
είναι εδώ
στέκεται
στο κατώφλι μου
τραγουδώντας
την επωδό
του χαμού μου
The sound of death is scary any time to the unprepared. beautiful poem
Death is only a guidance. No one ever knows if we get attached to God or pushed again to get recycled. Your choice of subject and your mode of presentation both have always fascinated me since i began reading you. Nice poem 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/1/2025 8:59:20 AM # 1.0.0
Ominous poem! Liked the use of the word psychopomp.