...Banshee...

cold whirl of white wind

banshee broadcasts primal cries

rising from the deep and barren center

rolling outward spilling over spreading

heaving like wheat winter whipped forsaken

banshee bitter knows the mother of all loneliness

the birth of every sorrow and death of all joys

banshee bereft without comfort this hollow night

she cannot sleep she will not rest

banshee thrashing flailing forward with the weight of

everything lost until nothing remains even the air

is lost to her howls

banshee wails

the sound inside will not be silenced

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~Faye Manning

[[..Th.25.Jan.2001..]]