Crimson Love

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Banshee - Poem by Crimson Love

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.

Comments about Banshee by Crimson Love

  • Jacqui Broad (11/10/2011 3:25:00 PM)

    I could just hear her screaming. No wonder people are afraid of death... :) . If I'm having nightmares tonight, I'll blame your poem! (Report) Reply

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  • (11/10/2011 12:48:00 PM)

    Wo! Wo! Stop it! My nerves are rattling when read about the monster called death.My blood is curdling, my skin turned blue, it is spine-chilling horror! Awesome poem

    Ha! ha! what wondrous description. You can write it as inscription. My gosh! Hush-hush! My ghost - death is standing in my shadow! i am scared to hell! :) :) :) Lissome poet.
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  • (11/9/2011 9:16:00 PM)

    A detailed insight into the mythology of one of the world's most feared monsters. Beautiful work, my friend. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 9, 2011

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