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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