The Banshee's Song

July 1, 2016
By ScooterDracon BRONZE, Hershey, Pennsylvania
ScooterDracon BRONZE, Hershey, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"Where's the fun in making sense?" -Discord

Can you hear her siren song?
I can hear it clearly
If you hear her screeching voice,
Get away from all you hold dearly

For her siren voice cannot be used
As a beckon towards sailor men
Instead her piercing, mournful song
Is the darkest above any omen

Dressed in rags, she mourns the people
That are about to be no more
But I can see her singing there,
Lingering by the shore

She looked my way, I'm sad to say
Now that I'm standing on the dock
I can almost hear the last ticks
Of my passing lifeline clock

I fall
I crash
My head has been bashed
On the rocks below, you will find my skull smashed
Goodbye dear stranger, who saw my life get too long
My only advise to you is to pray you never hear her siren song

The author's comments:

I love writing about the whimsically morbid, so why not write a poem about a banshee? They are the darkest omens of death, after all.

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