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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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Date: 10/16/2024 9:26:00 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.
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Date: 10/14/2024 9:26:00 PM
This phantom does sound dangerous. I hope she doesn't walk through walls.thanks for this Halloween treat.
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Date: 10/14/2024 11:41:00 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
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