My Banshee screams through the night breaking all barriers. 

Her wings,  like that of a scythe.

Nothing is left, from her travels, but the dread of life that she called into action.

“Stand before me.” she hisses. 

She orders all to spread her infection.

After her mission is complete, not a singular bloom will exist.

Resisting onky increases her pleasure.

“Lie before me and taste the metal.” 

“My blades of steal, will certainly release you.” She seduces. 

“Succumb to me and all shall be free.”

Published by Madamchryzl

Words can be a beacon, to light a path out of the darkest of times. As an self proclaimed adventurer of this is crazy world.... Mountains, forests, and oceans are not the only places that adventure may arise out of; meeting and understanding individuals can be an adventure as well. And with adventure comes the chance of becoming lost.

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