In The Night

A phantom calls out

With the stars above

In the sky.

 

As it tramples

Upon the flowers

That touch

The damp grasses

In the lea,

Where the lay.

 

She touches the field

Of the pyramid;

Where her power

Lies.

 

As she screams out

In a shrill voice

"Banshee,

Banshee"

What is your name?"              

 

Silence follows;

Nothing

But the wind.

 

Whispering softly

As it blows,

Through the branches

Of A solitude tree.

 

Nothing,

But the

Whispering

Of the wind.

 

Or was it?

Banshee,

Banshee;

What is your name?

 

Phantom

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