Treasure Island

Robert F Estrada

(6/25/09 / Silver Spring Maryland (residing in Seattle Wa))

Banshee song

Berserkers openly fear
when the Banshees appear
spirits in need
ravenously they feed
Cowards die, when they flee

foolish battles unfold
bitter enemies grow old
change overrides season
a berserkers treason
to retreat without reason

graceful fabled shapes
darkness adorns such capes
bold and strong
brave berserkers belong
immune to banshee song

with simple repose
they slay with close
a fatal kiss
the banshee scythe
She sweeps with dismiss

brash berserkers best
the true Valhalla test
victory stands alone
wailing banshees will moan
mountains of bleached bone

revenge dries coldly
a truce forms slowly
Banshees without purpose
fury now banished
glory in battle is lavished

Submitted: Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Edited: Saturday, October 24, 2009

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