Poetry

The Banshee's Call

written by: Lokisenna

The beat of a distant drum,
Peaks her curosity.
As you walk over a glisning ridge,
There lay below a perfect mural of colors.

The Fall fills your heart,
Allowing her to relax.
The drum becomes more distinct.
Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.

Like the heart beat of a giant,
The maiden draw closer.
A almost silent flute soon joins,
Creating a luring melody.

The music wraps around her,
She was so taken back.
A sensation of complete satisfaction,
Completness.

A fallen tree lies up ahead,
Something tells her to sit.
The melody continues,
The breeze sends her hair a wirl.

She felt the sun,
Almost coressing her back.
The melody now hold a harp,
The harp sends a subtle message.

Give into the music, Come to us,
Do not be afraid.
Happiness, freedom,
Will follow.

The maiden arose,
Following the music.
Following her heart,
The beautiful melody.

Completly tranced into the sounds,
The surroundings grew dark.
Tree's no longer glow,
The sun now blocked.

Yet she continued on,
Unaware of what lay ahead.
The melody although luring,
Grew grim.

Finally the maiden arrived,
In the darkest part of the meadow.
There sat three elderly banshees,
Calling to her.

As they began to cirle her,
She awaited.
Unable to see,
That which surrounded her.

Their hand's raised high,
As they called down the moon.
There shrill screams,
Could waken the dead.

"Freedom"
"Happiness"
"Completness"
"Nature!"

As they chanted,
The maiden fell.
But soon grew tall,
And strong.

The maiden towered over the banshee's,
The moon drew closer.
This was the end,
A mighty Weeping Willow now stood.

The banshee's calls lured her,
The moon drew her in.
Her eye's now tears of leaves,
Her soul now apart of nature.