The Banshee Poem by Peter Madden

It was upon a dark autumn night...
my breath steaming in the air...
as i walked down the lonely path...
that i first saw her standing there...



a pale figure glowing in the night..
her face hidden in the gloom...
could this vision of ghostly beauty...
really fortell my future doom? ...



a sinking feeling within me..
made even colder the freezing night...
as i watched her walk closer...
i was gripped by the hands of fright..



my heart was pounding a dreadful beat..
as i waited for her mornful cry...
her wail that spelt my frightful end...
fortelling soon i would surely die..



as she glided close to me..
like to the candle does the moth...
the light shone down upon her face...
revealing no ghost but a bloody goth!



happy halloween she said...
as she slowley passed me by..
amused by the look of fear...
that showed within my eye...