On stolen wings the banshee sings…
Bellowing vocals and haunting Kings…
She falls every night…
Awakened by midnight ‘s light…
Roaming only where the darkest reside…
No pink flesh, nor beating heart lives inside…
Moss covered hallowed eyes…
In her presence, all light dies…
Resentment burns like an intestinal coal and powers her through…
Harvesting her planted seeds of hatred till the living turns blue…
Generations of vituperation and annihilation…
Amplify and produce pitch black jubilation…
Hell praises her, so proud…
Their screams ring loud…
Worldly strengths cause demons to toil…
Her serpentine ways force snakes to coil…
Till dawn breaks light…
She haunts the Cajun Night…
-Madamchryzl-
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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