Cry Of The Banshee
/The winds howled fiercely
On the cold winter night
The frenzied rain pitted
Windows, shut tight
Thunder and lightening
Crashed and streaked
Closed eyes tried to hide
From the banshee-speak
Moonlight was captured
Trees swayed to escape
Leaves and debris
Littered the landscape
The mighty darkness roared
Across the desolate beach
Yet was no clever match
To the banshee's screech
By Sharon Cunningham
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