She is the Banshee (Part 3)


And it is she, that is;

as she is indeed;

she is the fog, she is the banshee.

She calls my name, like an unquenchable hunger; she is the very

shadow of the light among her-

she is the bog, and bog infinite;

she devours his body, she consumes what is his-

she ensnares man’s love, and covers it within blood;

she is the red sky, and-

she is the ground’s mud-

and men in way of her doth fall into her kiss; her body is the spikes, and-

her lonely heart, the pit-

Copyrightcopyright March 21, 2014


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