#323 (banshee’s wail)

diluted by darkness fog and rain

beyond the deafening frequency

there is a song of torment and pain

black tears crystallizing uneasily

 

and if you get past that piercing sound

your feet frozen solid to the ground

your ears will drink in the most beautiful tune

carrying stories of endless bliss and delight

eyes wide open under the gibbous moon.

she takes aim and leaps, deep in the night

pure joy penetrating your heart and soul

surrendering to this creature’s screams

as starlight on virgin meadows gleams

your life’s gonna be the final toll

 

© Matthias Geh, 14th June 2018

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