the banshee wail

a banshee wail's
in the gloomy dark night
my heart freeze's frigid
as i'm taken with fright

it's robe torn and tattered
a face grim death
an omen i heard and seen
when we first met

time went on
i remembered that sound
high pitched like a cat
burnt to the ground

then one stormy night
you got lost on your bike
rode through the wind
out of sight

i think of that time
an irish funeral call it was
the banshee warned me
he was gone without cause