BansheeA Poem by revenant21Lifeless form floating around their homes Their time Is nearer And nearer. Her form Floats through The households Of the damned Her soul Destined to Haunt the Home She wails Into the depthless Night Her Mother Moon Stares at her She wails Into the face Of her Mother Moon
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