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.”