The Banshee

[Ordie]

A maiden on the starlight dim
Pale as her mother Moon
Long golden locks waving, strings
That weave a kin's fate.

    Waiting at a father's dying bed,
    I see her through the thin glass window.
    I curse, I send her away,
    But I'm greeted with a smile as she comes.

Walking through the doorway
Generations-old homestead of many
Resigning to unavoidable task -
A Grim Reaper's curse.

    And as she enters the room,
    I see her pointing at the bed.
    I can not send her away;
    Vain prayers fade as she screams!

A wail as loud as God's voice
Horridly disturbing the night.
Somehow now it must cease,
What pains shall its absence leave?

    She left now, the voice's gone.
    Family lies dead by my feet.
    Honour-curse came and now left.
    I, too, scream, but for no good.

And stepping on old forest's dry leaves,
Harken to the withered branches' noise,
She tries not to regret past deeds -
The scream will haunt her too one day.

[size=50]Desculpem, não consigo fazer parágrafos destacados.[/color]

[Samwise]

Take a look at that yonder....

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Ordie,

Belo poema de terror. Está com um ambiente místico quase gótico.

Sam

[Ordie]

Eu aqui, e na outra coisa que tenho em WIP sobre uma banshee, tomo uma certa "liberdade artística" para retratar a banshee como um espírito diferente do tradicional. Na "minha mitologia", a banshee perde a sua conotação irlandesa, e modifico também um pouco o significado do grito e da morte.