Banshee Crow
At first I thought it was the gales
That howled into the night,
But then the banshee's keening wails
Broke all the glass in sight
I hopped from bed up to the sill
To see what I could see
I saw a crow upon the hill
A dark monstrosity
My throat closed up; I couldn't breathe
I thought that I would die
But it flew out towards the sea -
Across the moonlit sky
But then the worry came again
Which nobel love would die?
Me, M’Lady,M’Lord, and when?
Which one did Death espy?
I bit my nails; I cracked my wrists
The fear was like a wrench
It smashed into my heart like fists,
And kept me in suspense
It was three days of agony
Till I found out M’Lord had died -
My sailor son in Tripoli,
Was killed in cannon fight
I guess I don't get WHY the crow
Gave his warning to me
Why screech of death at my window,
Instead of Tripoli?
Instead of Tripoli?
(Besides being a woman, the banshee can take the form of animals, such as the crow)
Received 1st place in "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest
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