My ghostly wail,
never breathless, echoes spreading across eternity.
Howls of anger, pain, trauma.
Which one is the loudest?
Gifting my enemies with mercy.
In turn they shoot me in the back.
Behind that smile, that hero complex,
there’s something wrong with you.
I don’t want any surprises,
I don’t want any survivors.
I’m done being everyone’s prisoner.
Unleash this pain, bring forth the rupture.
Amp up the volume, don’t let them rest.
Now you too will scream my name.
An imp plied Guinness to a Banshee trick
The wraith in anger gave him chase right quick,
After her gold he did dig
The Leprechaun danced a jig
But lost her rich hoard in a Limerick.
Still, I have a severe fright for banshee
Once I felt, I saw her under a tree
It made my poor brain sizzle
And on bed, made me drizzle.
At night, hearing a shriek, I had to flee.
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.
Bursting moon is slowly frailing
Her deafening cry, you can hear
Razor rage of maiden wailing
Searing scream from far to near
Bloodshot eyes of bleeding stare
Feasts at you while you're alone
Deadish feet is in the air
The wailing pricks you to the bone
Wrapped in dress doused in red
Dripping like water to her feet
Flowing freely under her spread
Like gush of fountain from a beat
Sad song comes like a ripper
Shouting out of dawning death
When night comes deeper and deeper
The sharp sickle rips a breath
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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.
What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing young females with a cute little booty
There ain't nuttin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties
What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing young females with a cute little booty
There ain't nuttin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties
I am the scary Bella
I haven't got a fella
To bring me my umbrella
in the pouring rain.
Had one, he was yella
Kicked in his patella
Ran away from Bella
limping, screaming pain.
Banshee
The sky is empty, apart from a crescent moon, all is black.
Another night, a single star was my only light to show me the way.
No why, just do; a chance we must never take back,
Or we will break apart all that which we want, while we wait.
For we are singular in our shared goals.
One soul, then two souls, then one soul once more.
In a mind so empty of love, I hide inside a hole,
Not knowing that the last has come; the time of the fall.
In heart shaped tears we disappear
And all that remains is the corpse that I am.
Without the fear of loss, we would have nothing left to fear
And without those feelings, I would never give a damn.
Heartless or blessed with a need to find love?
A curse or a blessing?
A cure or a drug?
Time is definitive, decisions are not.
One path leads us forward,
The other path is a dead end where we must stop.
No shelter from the future of what could become us.
Destiny or fate? I have suffered too much.
Life is no box of chocolates,
It is alcohol.
We take life by the hand so happily,
While time only ever ends for us…so what do we know?
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The banshee was biding her time
Trying to look like she belonged
At the Scottish wedding
Death found her
And escorted her out
Wrong wedding he cautioned her
She was young,
Glad she had saved her wail.
Are you a banshee?
Guess, hafta see
Why me?
No! I won't take a knee
Looking at me with those eyes
Those eyes so full of lies
No matter who tries
It draws flies
Do you understand me
I am free!
Because you couldn't see
And just let it be
You did misunderstand
You know my land
Nothing was planned
Not by my hand
You made your choice
No! Don't listen to my voice
Yes, I'm talking to you
Better, you knew
I accepted your crazy
But mine, your too lazy
Fine, this is a big lake
And I cause a big wake
But your life, do enjoy
I'm a M.F., not a boy
You can bet
Long, I won't set
This written, mainly for one
Oh Yeah! We're done!
Hon!
Aye, Mikey, the Banshee's wailin'.
Closer. Ever closer. Spurred by your fears.
And the wailin'; oh, the wailin'.
What to do? What to do? The Banshee's drawin' near.
Nay, past deeds are no salvation.
'Tis your fate, Mikey, all but sealed.
And the wailin'; oh, the wailin'.
What to do? What to do, when our Sooners take the field?
For this Banshee's clad in Crimson;
And the wailin's that of Sooners fans
And their Sooners that you've sadly failed,
Once among the greatest in the land.
Aye, 'tis Malice the Crimson Banshee's wieldin'
There's naught but darkness in your fate;
And the wailin; oh, the wailin'.
Not long will the Crimson Banshee wait.
So, drink deep from your flagon Mikey;
Ease your confusion; rest your mind
From the wailin'; oh, the wailin'
For the Crimson Banshee's never kind.
And when you hear naught but the wailin'
It means the time for leavin's come.
Meantime, the Crimson Banshee's wailin', wailin'
"Fire the bum! Fire the bum!"
Night falls on the Irish countryside
The midnight fog spreads across the hills
Soaking the land in a cloudy sea
Not a sound was heard for miles
All except the blood-curling wail
Belonging to the wandering banshee.
She travels to where death arises
Reciting a lament for the departed
As tears of despair roll down her cheeks
Sharing her empathy for the souls
That have left their loved ones.
She can foresee the death
When drawn by it’s stench
She screams to warn the living
So they can avoid fate’s cruel hand
For the path that they’re trotting
Hoping her message came through.
As she traverses through the land
Wailing her song for those to hear
She can’t help, but feel remorse
For the souls that were soon to go.
She may only be a messenger of Death
But she was once human like us all
She feels the sorrow of loss
The despair of the departed
She lets out her tears
For souls taken from our world.
Saw Banshee In Debris
After going through the debris,
Discovered she was a banshee;
Everywhere,
Felt hot air;
A politician we started to see.
Jim Horn
Step on a pet and will upset, am willing to bet and better yet Trump paid off his debt.
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