The Call of the Lonely Banshees

The Call of the Lonely Banshees Call of the lonely wallow, Call for the desperate, called men. Hear the hording song, collecting the wanting, Male wonder. the frightening tone. Come and gather to the deprived soul, Follow the screech given in the air. Fall into the Banshees deadly snare. Pray then Beware. Free yourselves from the frivolous cry, Or find yourself, attached to the disastrous tide. Life for her pretending, awakening, Fallow the wicked word. To her given, carnal hide. Beauty on the surface, not the formal way. Oh the Banshee knows the way to your decay.