Kelly Deschler Poet Rhyme

The Banshee

Where legends lurk
And dark tales abound,
This killer wails ...
A horrible sound

She cries and cries
Still, none ever see,
The creature they call
The old banshee

And if you hear her
Late one night ...
You will not live
To see daylight 

Some say she drifts
Over castle walls ...
Amid Ireland's hills
Letting out deathly calls

And some say this
... She is but, free,
To roam and wail
This killer banshee.

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Marikate Kingston June 15, 2026 at 8:50 PM I say it is time for the leprechauns to attack!

John Loving Iii October 16, 2024 at 9:26 AM Been gone a long time but see you lurking . This is a very thoughtful piece I think it as very professional. As in what a poet is suppose to create.

Hilda Greenhough October 14, 2024 at 9:26 PM This phantom does sound dangerous. I hope she doesn't walk through walls.thanks for this Halloween treat.

Daniel Henry Rodgers October 14, 2024 at 11:41 AM Dear Kelly, What a great kick-off poem for the Halloween season! The title captured me because I love the aspects of the myths and tales of old. Autumn Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel