Banshee Serenade
Mournful wail echoes in the night,
Fog shrouds a zombie moon bright.
Casting a spell overΒ theΒ witchingΒ hour,
Repressively daunting an unholy power
Gray mist hovers over the moor,
A vale of rain embraces the lore.
She the black-widowed banshee queen,
Tainting the beguiled night unclean.
Her voice is said to draw men to their doom,
By the light of theΒ harvest moon.
Whispers of her curse floats on the breeze,
While men like flies drop toΒ their knees.
Souls coveted with a selfish flair,
Tangled in her sinister web of despair.
They say only true love can break the spell,
SoulsΒ amassed for the prince of hell.
Tirelessly she hunts for glory,
No good comes from this story
Alas it's only a vague rumor it would seem,
Happy-endings are for fools that dream
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Hey lisa a very cool haunting write , your poems are very worthy to be published indeed, a great talent. Β Take care bradfordΒ
Poetry is written to be spoken aloud. It may be clever, inventive and even attractive on the page; but the true test of a poem is what it sounds like.
Speak this line out loud; it may be an abstract, even obscure, image/concept, but: when spoken aloud, you can see it...you know what it means. You can see it!
All of your lines are like that. All of your poetry is like that. The sounds of the words as they slideΒ and fit together paintΒ images in the air around you. Wonderful, beautiful, terrifying images!!
This is one of the many reasons we all love your poetry, Lisa. And why we love you.
J xxx
Hey Lisa...I'd love to have a copy too...I love reading your write...Well done...
Terrifyingly good read much enjoyedΒ