And let out a shriek,
So loud I thought I’d killed the freak.

She wailed and bemoaned up a terrific dustThat swirled and hurled into dawn then dusk.

A day was lost in that frightening storm,
It never took shape, it had no form.

When suddenly a face appeared,
Not nearly as ugly as I had feared.

She glided and shimmered right through my coat,
Reaching my soul and there she spoke…
“You do not want the Banshee Awoke”

With sharp icicles poking all of my flesh,
I crawled to a stone that warmed my head, blood trickled down all around me …. nightshine falling on the trails I bled.

The morning light never brighter,

I knew she was fed.