The
Banshee
In
that frightening night - Oh that dark hellish night
Distant
sounds were heard ever closer- closer
An
unearthly screeching shrill ever closer
It
was she - The Banshee!
For
whom did she cry? Angeline to die?
For
she was not well but yet we could tell
Now’s
not the time for the funeral knell
We
plead to the phantom here not to dwell!
Please
be gone! Do not linger! Stop that bell!
But
all for naught - the banshee chose her lot
A
bitter winters’ morn sunrise
As
the wispy mists make their rise
I
lost that morn my hearts queen
My
beloved Angeline
With
the Banshee call how I lost it all
Through
Deaths horrid locked door
She
travels evermore
What
can I do?
I
have no tool to break it through
I
feel a fool
Without
fair gamble nor roll of dice
I
lost my wife it cuts like a knife
My
beloved is gone my heart left as ice
The
cut cruelly clean I lost my Angeline
This
cold winters morn my sorrow was born
A
hopeful bird proudly sings but I only feel the sting
Of
my lost Angeline
The
scream of the wraith will leave me no trace
Of
the beautiful music once ours now purged
And
turned to a dirge.
A
sudden cry - Beware!
It
harkens of despair
If
you hear the Banshee near
Hold
your loved one close and dear
For
when the Banshee wails
Be
forewarned all hope fails
Heartbreak
brews the troubled news
The Banshee
cries - someone dies
She
comes for you she comes for me
We
cannot change our destiny.
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