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.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2024
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