Banshee Revenge
The banshee’s wails alarm the house,
Foretelling Father’s death;
They do not know he was the beast,
The man who ravished Beth.
She took her life, then couldn’t rest:
A creature without friend.
She’s waited for this day to come,
And now predicts his end.
He sees her face and cries in fear;
She howls, her curses vile.
He leaves the earth to meet his judge;
She leaves it with a smile.
* some say the banshee was assaulted, or even murdered
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2011
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