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She-Banshee

Across frosted windows chill,
The watcher seeks.
Withered hands clutching branches,
Strong limbs.
Dragging belly's weight like within
This devils heart.
Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened,
Canines sustains thirsts lust.
Passions mistress voice, calls softly,
Enticing it's prey.
Patiently waiting, longing for his,
Final breath's resolution.
Alone old may.
Prepares for existences end,
 Lying at deaths threshold.
He yearns for peaceful pastures,
 To rest,
From pains embrace.
Faith's symbol lays idle,
 Around a disbelievers neck.
Ancient Gallic preys, protect him,
 From within chamber walls.
She banshee laughs in gleeful delight,
Grinning mine slyly.
Behold he turns blind eyes vision towards,
Heavens loving arms.
Forgive me father, take this unworthy,
Servant home I offer myself.
Divine power reaches outward,
Converting their fallen.
Into vials eerie mists a vanquished,
 Demon screams.
Uttering vengeance hatred,
 It descends swallowed,
By the dark abyss.
Illusions specters disappear as dust,
A hush falls
Upon dawn's twilight’s hour.
Golden silhouettes soar,
Lifted on high beyond,
Heights majesty.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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July 27, 2015 at 8:37 PM
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A   Avatar
July 27, 2015 at 8:34 PM
So dark, i love how you gave the end a mighty majestic look. A painful way to display her heart. Love LINDA
Yates Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 3:34 PM
Do I perceive a duality here? Well expressed!
Callus Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 3:23 PM
As powerful as ever, Cherl! The banshee is a messenger of death...comes from the underworld and there returns again once the job is done. Usually it's associated with the Irish, but I think even in America it is popular in some places. a 7 rating. // paul
Kendrick Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 2:47 PM
Very descriptive. Thanks for dropping by my unfinished work. Sara
Chircop Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 2:14 PM
An outstanding poem.I am so glad to have read this poem.Guess I have time to read another dear.
Onclaud Avatar
January 13, 2015 at 12:59 PM
the raw feel of this amazes me , cheryl; so finely crafted in a semi-abstract way!.. enjoyed!.. huggs
Lamoureux Avatar
January 12, 2015 at 7:37 PM
I love the primal feel of this piece.
Guzzi Avatar
January 11, 2015 at 7:16 PM
I love Irish lore, so fascinating. So nice to enjoy your verse this evening. Light & Love
Pinet Avatar
January 6, 2015 at 7:30 PM
This poem lifts its message over the words like a warm wind might rattle the leaves on a summer's eve, leaving understanding and sadness in its wake. Emile
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