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BANSHEE
MOONLIGHT TERROR IN THE HOLLOW
I am here to creep and scare. That’s what I do with my ugly face, sharpened teeth, and straggly hair. Reassembled grave remnants I resemble, to make you cower and unconsolably tremble.
You’ll find me waiting here — lingering to drink your dripping fearful tears. I’ll drink them down then take your life, that’s what I do by bright moonlight.
You must be afraid — filled with dread — wholly panicked by the undead.
All my screams fill the forest, and creatures of the night join in a whole malevolent chorus.
Hear my song, it won’t be long — soon you’ll join our unholy throng — not just your neighbor or her howling hound dog, an owl, a fox, or a jug-o-rum bullfrog.
If you hear my wailing call, it may be the last you’ll ever hear at all.
There’s no chance for you or your family… no way to avoid your ill-fated Banshee catastrophe.
I’m a total terror and wholly hairier — nothing else can ever be any scarier.
Much more than a frightening sight. I’m here to eat your soul before Halloween night.
© 2024 Peter W. Collier
