Wailing Echoes

A shadow whispers through the trees at night

Her voice it cuts just like a broken kite

Her echo lingers where the brave won't tread

A chill that dances 'round the living dead

The Banshee screams out in the blackened air

Her wailing grief a haunting

Sharp despair

She's the omen

The whisper of the end

A sound that turns the spine

It will not mend

The moonlight shudders as her shadow crawls

A figure draped in ash that softly calls

Her breath is frost on every shivering leaf

Each note she cries

A symphony of grief

No one can hide when her lullaby starts

The pulse quickens fast

The terror it darts

Flutters in the chest before lungs go still

The Banshee's tune delivers her dark will

The Banshee screams out in the blackened air

Her wailing grief a haunting

Sharp despair

She's the omen

The whisper of the end

A sound that turns the spine

It will not mend

The moonlight shudders as her shadow crawls

A figure draped in ash that softly calls

Her breath is frost on every shivering leaf

Each note she cries

A symphony of grief

She weaves through shadows

Where the nightmares feast

A melody of pain sung by the beast

Her eyes a mirror

Filled with all you fear

Her song will find you

Always drawing near