Banshee Nocturne

With the gnashing of tooth and claw

Acidic bile spews from the maw

As the prey begins to stall

Backed up against the wall

As the encroaching acrid stench of death

From beyond the veil

Lurches toward caressed by the breath

Once the Banshee wails

Heralds the dawning of the end

For thy next of kin

No remorse of repentance for thy sins

Know this, that it is hopeless to lift

The Ill omens of one most profane

Thouest pleas echo all in vain

In the cathedral of a once almighty

Now rendered empty & waning

Half rotted hands of porcelain pale

Protruding fingertips and cracked yellowed nails

Protruding fingertips and cracked yellowed nails

Heartbeats skip and eardrums split once the Banshee wails

Nose to the air to smell if the blood has run stale

A piercing light shines down upon one whom was once fair

But now feeds on the fear of the living

A torchbearer for death and despair

Herald the dawning of the end

For thy next of kin

No remorse of repentance for thy sins

Know this, that it is hopeless to lift

The Ill omens of one most profane

Thouest pleas echo all in vain

In the cathedral of a once almighty

Now rendered empty & waning

Contorting, contusions

Mindless delusions

Mindless delusions

Life now forsaken

By a wicked curse maiden

Risen from the moor

And of tales of yore

Supple young maiden

Fresh flesh to peel