Banshee
The banshee's wail.
Can't you hear it?
Crying loud and long across the moors and meadows...
Shadowed passing flicker and flitting through wind swept grasslands and swaying forestry.
Can't you hear it?
The hollow drone of gauntly ghosts and wraiths throughout the night...
Drifting over long and supple meadows strewn with rocks and grasses, perching on the knolls of the dead.
Can't you hear it?
The screaming depths of roiling cacophony, pitching along the air...
Shattering the inner ear, shedding the blood to the inner depths, leaving the flesh pale and ashen...
Can't you hear it?
Stark raving terror and screaming madness mixing with the cries of the Banshee...
Silence.
Can't you hear it?
No I didn't think so...
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