Tears of a Banshee

Night falls on the Irish countryside The midnight fog spreads across the hills Soaking the land in a cloudy sea Not a sound was heard for miles All except the blood-curling wail Belonging to the wandering banshee. She travels to where death arises Reciting a lament for the departed As tears of despair roll down her cheeks Sharing her empathy for the souls That have left their loved ones. She can foresee the death When drawn by it’s stench She screams to warn the living So they can avoid fate’s cruel hand For the path that they’re trotting Hoping her message came through. As she traverses through the land Wailing her song for those to hear She can’t help, but feel remorse For the souls that were soon to go. She may only be a messenger of Death But she was once human like us all She feels the sorrow of loss The despair of the departed She lets out her tears For souls taken from our world.