A Banshee's Temper Tantrum

I wish you could have seen...

the fingers as they brushed the sky

creaking moaning as she went...

decrying life as she goes by...

roaring in every ear...


she tries to get the agony out....

her words are never quite clear...

yet with every wave...

her intent is without doubt...


slandered to be the companion of death...

she tails along no doubt...

from time to time...

declaring a change so drastic as to make her gasp...

so busy with such...

as to forget the rest...


though as for that...

were she to happen by...

feeling a morph in her veins ...

having nothing better to do...

she would cry out...

ushering in something new...


but like all slanders...

some basis of truth...

there is too much mortality...

to ever bother with the rest per say...


I watch her dance...

I'm unafraid..

viewing me cautiously...

she cries some more...

then stops and stares wondering...

I smile and she peers...

then gasps in amazement...

an understanding reached in silence...

she realizes why she came...


wordlessly she asks her plea...

granting it without a sound...

she wisps away...

cloak streaming...

the roar of her passage...

nature cringes...

a smile on my lips...

for the moment...

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Makalah 23 months ago

Always reifnshreg to hear a rational answer.

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