Banshee Song Poem by Robert F Estrada

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