Poem -
Banshee
A mournful wail pique benight,
A Fog covers pale moonlight.
Casting spells oβer witching hour,
Evils repress, virtue shall cower.
Gray mist hovers oβer a moor,
Vales of rain embrace lore.
Banshee of Aberdeen,
Β Dewy night taints unclean.
Weaklings drawn by her croon,
Enchant βneath zombie-moon.
Whispers of curse float on breeze,
Victims like flies drop to her knees.
Only true love can break a spell,
Lost are absconded for Prince of hell.
But alas it's vague rumors it seems,
Happy-endings only for one that dreams.
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Comments
Awesome write Lisa.
thank you Simon
Lol magnificently created .. ?
Thank you Eddy, don't feel too bummed about the wrong name the other day, before they gave the commenter the ability to edit their comments, IΒ had to hang my head with shame over the years
Lol ok ?.. I donβt think I even edited did I lol .. I only realized you could edit like a week ago .. and I still forget that you can.. lol .. thanks again and great poemΒ
Eddy
lol too many caramel macchiatos I always contribute my brain-farts to too much coffee lol
This
"But alas it's vague rumors it seems,
Happy-endings only for one that dreams."
Gave Mardjan chills.
This
"Whispers of curse float on breeze,
Victims like flies drop to her knees."
Gave me chills.
One thing is for sure; when it's coming from the dark one, you should be expecting chills.
Another great poem ?
Thank you Wendy
Wow!
This is such a chilling awesome write!
thank you kindly