The Banshee
Strides into sight
Her shrieking howls
Fill the heart with fright
The Dead and demons
Abroad, this night
Wander the world
A carnal blight
The Witch's Ghost
Dame of the Rite
Astride her broom
In enchanted flight
Calls forth the Fey
Of primal might
To trick and treat
In the pale moonlight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pray, what is the meaning of the title? 'A carnal blight' - is a wonderful expression! Loved it.