Banshee
The Banshee sang its mournful song
Upon the night time air
To take souls to the other world
Who went it didn’t care
Whoever heard its dreadful wail
Would be the first to leave
But many more would follow
From the Banshee no reprieve
All the doors around were locked
To keep the people well
But surely as the Banshee knocked
Soon some would be in Hell
Don’t walk afar on these dark nights
But if you have to Please……..
Be wary of the Banshee song
As it goes singing through the trees
Copyright © Robert Andrew Lyle | Year Posted 2014
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