by Gerald J Tate
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Rated "R" by the Author.
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Stay away from the dark places
I once was a sailor, and I crossed oceans wide
And I left there behind me, my beautiful bride
But a banshee did take her, on my oath I declare
There was no one to save her, I just wasn't there
She came back in the darkness, on a cold winters night
Her grey gnarled features, were a hideous sight
But I cannot escape her, nowhere can
For the curse of the Banshee, It will never subside
Down in the forest, where no one can see
Alone in the darkness, she waits there for me
Her wailing brings forth, the final death knell
This collector of souls, this demon from hell
So I go to the forest, there's just no other way
And maybe my family, will forgive me some day
But Its me that she waits for, this taker of life
Cause this Banshee from hell, she once was my wife
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|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|eerie but well written|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Whoa, a chilling tale to say the least, but so very well done, enjoyed.....
|Reviewed by Missy Cross
|oooh indeed... you must tell one heck of a ghost story... good one.|
|Reviewed by Susan Bailey
|Enjoyed this Gerald,
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Wow, a really dark story. Nice job.