The Banshee

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Ivy looks

Terror crooks 

A sudden glare, ghosting over there

Collecting the shadows 

Written in the meadows 

Shrieking interrupts

Numbing our blood

Blending our souls 

Into the dark

Hollow night, a brilliant fright!

Celtic unknown 

Risen from the bone

There she cries

The Banshee of the night...

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