Reeks of Evil

The Call of the Banshee.*

 ‘ Tis the call of the Ould Banshee’  she said.
‘ To tell us that someone who’s dear is dead’.
She crossed herself and bowed her head,
Then wandered off slowly to her lonely bed.

As she brushed her hair by the candlelight,
Her mind wandered back to the very first night,
When she saw by the forest, that horrible sight,
Of the Banshee wailing with wild delight.

She had lifted her dress and made a wild dash,
Through the small stream with many a splash,
The brambles that caused her that terrible rash,
While the thunderstorm roared with a frightening crash.

She reached the small cottage and found him dead there,
Slumped over slightly in his old armchair,
She whispered two Ave.’s, ‘Oh God, it’s not fair’.
While the Banshee wailed from her secret lair.

The call of the Banshee, so loud and shrill,
It echoes and sounds around the small hill,
While the rest of the world is peaceful and still,
She remembers that night and forever will.

·       Banshee:  Gaelic – Female Fairy:  In Irish folklore, she uses a broken comb to 
do her long black hair while she wails  telling of a recent death.

------Mike-----