A spirit that walks among the lifeless,
She dost wail a cacophony of inescapable sound,
She warns impending death among the damned,
A lustrious figment of air that truly was never there,
A screeching Monster, need not warn me of death,
Death resides in my shadow, always near enough to touch, ,
So wail Banshee, and warn me of what already was to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem