The Banshee
By Asteria
There I sit
On that cold, faithful day
Hiding around the corner from where the evil lay
As I wait for the screaming to stop as I cover my ears
And wipe the tears the trickle down my porcelain skin
As I hear the wail
The wail of a banshee
Only a few seconds later I hear the click and bang of my father's pistol
Two years have past
With love that didn't last
As my father tried to cope with what he did that night
As it gave him quite the fright
On how eerily quiet the night was after the fight
And as I sat in my room
I heard it again
That ghastly wail that could only mean one thing
As I rushed down the stairs
Through the hallway
And to the same room my mother past
There my father swayed by his neck
Looking oh so peaceful
The rope that was bound to the ceiling
Around his neck like a twisted necklace
As I said my final goodbye to the second wail that night
As the light of the moonlight-
Left my sight
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Petrichor || Somber Poems
Fiksi PenggemarHi this is just some poems that ⟟ have made in my free time and my friend suggested that ⟟ should make a book out of it! Hope you in joy!
