The Banshee that So Searches


The Banshee brings with her, a cry that silences life;

and just like a self-sword armed, her screech cuts at the heart, like a knife-

She wanders alone, just skin and bones;

a hollow walking corpse, with naught a soul-

she searches out for love, she searches out for blood;

and blood doth fills her, her appetite for lunch-

and she shall screech and screech, with her crooked o’l teeth-

the banshee that so searches, and searches for me…

Copyrightcopyright June 30, 2014


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