The Heart of the Banshee
The moon shines over a beating heart.
She’s gleaming, beating, a bright blue?
Weird. What’s caused this heart to transform. She wails. And immediately the moon reaches for her, beating, gleaming, wailing. Once more. For she is the banshee, rattle her, but beware for she stings.
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