Lament Of The Banshee Poem by Thomas Koron

She walks alone through the forest in white;
Under thick boughs she lets out her lament—
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

The wind is blowing so fiercely tonight—
Going places few others ever went,
She walks alone through the forest in white.

The moon in the sky shines so very bright,
And her entire journey has been spent
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

She sees the trees now veering to the right—
The path up ahead appears slightly bent;
She walks alone through the forest in white.

The night is dark, with no one else in sight—
To deliver a message, she’s been sent
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

She sees the house, and steps up near the light,
With her bare feet touching the cold cement.
She walks alone through the forest in white,
Holding her head and wailing in the night.

© 2014