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Banshee

In the dead of night he lets out a scream A scream so fierce it sends shivers down your spine Run, run, or he will call you "Mine" You run run little child He is nothing but wild Watch where you are going Dare not fall Beware of caves They are nothing to shelter in You will be nothing but blocked by a wall Just run little child Trust anyone Or no one Don't blink Don't think Just keep running Run 'till daylight Once the world is light Thy may stop Catch up on your rest Or he will be best In the dead of night For he is nothing but a Banshee

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/27/2010 5:44:00 PM
I use to be one of those Caleigh. Smile! A little Banshee. I think maybe I have grown out of it now.Smile! At least I am hoping I have. I guess we all start out with a little of that in us. Haaaaaa! Sincere, Agape, Moses
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Date: 2/27/2010 4:47:00 PM
Enjoyed the action in your poem, Caleigh! It really moves with a quick meter and I found myself fearing for the safety of the young child. Welcome to Poetry Soup! You'll find many nice folks here who'll enjoy reading your work. Best Wishes, Carolyn
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Date: 2/27/2010 3:44:00 PM
I too love Irish Scotish & English Tales...I just wrote a limerick about the water horse monster from Scotland!
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Date: 2/27/2010 1:49:00 PM
omg! I can't catch my breath! I love this one! :)
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