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.
Copyright © Megan Ryan | Year Posted 2018
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