the banshee

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...

 

copyright peter madden 16/9/12