Best Banshee Poems
BANSHEE
From out of the dusk, through a thin shaft of light
A dark shape appears on this cold misty night
A disfigured mutation, with a look of forlorn
She’s a tortured creation, she is the unborn
From the bleak depths of hell, and out of its fires
She ghosts in the shadows, the gutters and mires
She can smell the last breath that you take when you die
As she creeps through the gloaming, to wait for the sigh
You can sense her ill presence, and feel her dark power
As she glides on the wind, till the death taking hour
That’s when the creatures, they turn and they flee
As another soul’s claimed, by a wailing banshee
She walks alone through the forest in white;
Under thick boughs she lets out her lament—
Holding her head and wailing in the night.
The wind is blowing so fiercely tonight—
Going places few others ever went,
She walks alone through the forest in white.
The moon in the sky shines so very bright,
And her entire journey has been spent
Holding her head and wailing in the night.
She sees the trees now veering to the right—
The path up ahead appears slightly bent;
She walks alone through the forest in white.
The night is dark, with no one else in sight—
To deliver a message, she’s been sent
Holding her head and wailing in the night.
She sees the house, and steps up near the light,
With her bare feet touching the cold cement.
She walks alone through the forest in white,
Holding her head and wailing in the night.
© 2014
The banshee wails within the gale
and unease weaves its wary tale
across fair Eire’s inland moor,
a Lord will die by ancient lore.
The banshee wails.
Her hair is torn, her face so pale,
her gown a tatter shrouded veil,
bringing only dark and horror.
The banshee wails.
'Tis but a warning, a mournful hale
a piercing sigh, the end's exhale
soulful sound, a mother’s clamor,
cutting through the shields of armor
though death, the sound, will not delay.
The banshee wails.
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.
Some say I'm an original and I tend to agree
After popping out they threw away the damn key
He'll never be matched
A weirdo' was hatched
Screamed bloody murder like a hairy ass banshee
Across frosted windows chill,
The watcher seeks.
Withered hands clutching branches,
Strong limbs.
Dragging belly's weight like within
This devils heart.
Fiendish smiles exposed, sharpened,
Canines sustains thirsts lust.
Passions mistress voice, calls softly,
Enticing it's prey.
Patiently waiting, longing for his,
Final breath's resolution.
Alone old may.
Prepares for existences end,
Lying at deaths threshold.
He yearns for peaceful pastures,
To rest,
From pains embrace.
Faith's symbol lays idle,
Around a disbelievers neck.
Ancient Gallic preys, protect him,
From within chamber walls.
She banshee laughs in gleeful delight,
Grinning mine slyly.
Behold he turns blind eyes vision towards,
Heavens loving arms.
Forgive me father, take this unworthy,
Servant home I offer myself.
Divine power reaches outward,
Converting their fallen.
Into vials eerie mists a vanquished,
Demon screams.
Uttering vengeance hatred,
It descends swallowed,
By the dark abyss.
Illusions specters disappear as dust,
A hush falls
Upon dawn's twilight’s hour.
Golden silhouettes soar,
Lifted on high beyond,
Heights majesty.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I can’t look back; too many tears are there.
The woman that I used to know and love
is someone else now, and much less than fair
is what my God has given me a part of.
In Banshee I must use a different name
or leave this town and leave the woman who
has left me cursed, and yet it’s all the same.
She can’t be mine no matter what I do!
By some I’m called a beast; at least I’m no
damn coward, for I rise up from the dirt!
And since I have no roots where I might go,
I stay and face all foes and swallow hurt.
By violence one day I’m bound to die
but here in Banshee, I keep getting by.
Written April of 2016
Inspired by the Lyric contest of Rob Carmack and one of my favorite cable shows
Lyrics shown in the contest were from ‘God Hates a Coward’ by Tomahawk
A. W. Nutter
Daughter of Satan and Jezebel
Obeying the wishes of her father
Sent from the fiery depths of hell
Issuing a decree for the Reaper
Reveling in the darkness
A soul, black as the night
Never seeking forgiveness
Announcing death, her delight
From the chalice of fear you sip
As you view this female demon
Incantations spewing from her lips
Summoning the ferryman, Charon
The Reaper suddenly appears
To harvest your evil spirit
Wipe away your foolish tears
Kingdom of hell, yours to inherit
Strobe lightning flashes
when midnight strikes home
Blades of grass whistling
signals the brutal winter wind
that follows harshly
Shady shallow creatures
crawl out of their shells of unfinished business
Growls of hunger rising to wails of one banshee cry
She calls out death warnings
so loved ones --"Be aware!"
A lost soul roams the land of the living
In shadows
She sees through her red misted eyes
The worldly vices
devouring darkness
the heart burns wrenching
In your haunting shrieks
Distant drumming war
looming inside battlegrounds
Memories fall back in time dungeons
opening gates to past nightmares
Overflowing with treacheries and calculating minds
Justice only works on one side of the coin
Flipping the truth --"Freedom is gone!"
In a fleeting moment
a thought howls in revelation
Love could stall an action
deeply pains the heart that has gone cold
Governing rule sheds teary clouds
knots start twisting inside
Embroidering a story within a story
paints a transparent veil
Damaging a system where lies corrupt and poison brews
To occupy someone's space falsely
Death must surely follow
Buys them a future right without destinies spark
Spawn of emptiness drains good fuels fire
You’re every dark entity that hates
The Light of who you are shines faceless true and true
So envy crowns nothing in the end
Unrhymed Ballad style in 8-line stanzas
a co written piece with myself and Angeline Lim
Death, with bony fingers creeps,
reaching for our souls
It hides its face in shadows deep,
waiting to take hold
longing to share with us
its ebony embrace
to transform our light to
a state of darkened grace.
Like a hunter, patiently,
it lingers by and by
You’ll know it has come for you,
when you hear the Banshee’s cry
The Banshee sang its mournful song
Upon the night time air
To take souls to the other world
Who went it didn’t care
Whoever heard its dreadful wail
Would be the first to leave
But many more would follow
From the Banshee no reprieve
All the doors around were locked
To keep the people well
But surely as the Banshee knocked
Soon some would be in Hell
Don’t walk afar on these dark nights
But if you have to Please……..
Be wary of the Banshee song
As it goes singing through the trees
What makes us male guys go totally loopy
Eyeballing a female with a cute little booty
There ain't nothin' finer
Makes us growl like a tiger
Or scream like a banshee while ogling these cuties
© Jack Ellison 2015
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!"
At first I thought it was the gales
That howled into the night,
But then the banshee's keening wails
Broke all the glass in sight
I hopped from bed up to the sill
To see what I could see
I saw a crow upon the hill
A dark monstrosity
My throat closed up; I couldn't breathe
I thought that I would die
But it flew out towards the sea -
Across the moonlit sky
But then the worry came again
Which nobel love would die?
Me, M’Lady,M’Lord, and when?
Which one did Death espy?
I bit my nails; I cracked my wrists
The fear was like a wrench
It smashed into my heart like fists,
And kept me in suspense
It was three days of agony
Till I found out M’Lord had died -
My sailor son in Tripoli,
Was killed in cannon fight
I guess I don't get WHY the crow
Gave his warning to me
Why screech of death at my window,
Instead of Tripoli?
Instead of Tripoli?
(Besides being a woman, the banshee can take the form of animals, such as the crow)
Received 1st place in "Creepy Irish Creatures" contest
The banshee’s wails alarm the house,
Foretelling Father’s death;
They do not know he was the beast,
The man who ravished Beth.
She took her life, then couldn’t rest:
A creature without friend.
She’s waited for this day to come,
And now predicts his end.
He sees her face and cries in fear;
She howls, her curses vile.
He leaves the earth to meet his judge;
She leaves it with a smile.
* some say the banshee was assaulted, or even murdered