BANSHEE

BANSHEE
I saw a shadowy figure
in Duckett’s Grove
She was darkness
Her flowing gray hair
mussed
as if she was caught an a strong wind
But the air was still this night
It grew cold
bone chilling cold
I could see my breath
I could see my breath
this night
in July
This figure
This darkness
This specter
wore a shroud
and it too blew in the phantom wind
Then this shadow
this darkness
this curse
opened her mouth
and let out a shrill scream
that pierced the night
She was Banshee
and she felled me
in Duckett’s Grove.
Kathy Keogh

 

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