The Banshee screams
a cold life less dream
whatever may seem
is a lie in between
Satan's laugh a scornful thing
not taken lightly when the banshee screams
help me help me in the dark of the night
but all that is heard is a taunting laugh
deaths bells toll for the dead aloud
for the banshee to hear their only sign
sadly for them
they only exist in the back of my mind