Poezja

I feel the wind
Hear its ghostly howl
Something lingers in unrest
Something sesrches on the prowl
Its scream may seal your fate
Your breath with still
As it raises your heart rate
Before your blood does chill
It haunts your dreams
In the dead of night
Try not to scream
Or you might die of fright
The animals know
When the banshee's about
Try not to listen
As she starts to scream and shout
Her screams echo
Far through the night
And in a home perhaps more than one
An innocent life is done
No one is safe
Till the sun reaches its peak
Signaling the end
Of the banshee's loud shriek