by Modar Neznanich


As the kenning sound of the banshee

faded into the distance,

and the hearts of the survivors

began beating once again,

the crowing of the cock

could be heard upon the rooftops.

Morning has arrived at last

and has brought an end

to another night's horror

for those who must reside

upon the misty isle of ire

for all of their lives.

Lives that are much shortened

by the shadows of might,

yet strengthened by the vision

of wonderence wrought by day

that fills the soul with peace

and the body with vigor and strength.

The dawn shimmers into being

over an emerald land of enchantment

that fills the eyes with splendor

and whose very breeze is an elixir of ease

that wipes away the fear that resides within

but not the memories of what has occurred

upon the eve last, and the ones before it.

Forever doomed to suffer the ravages

of the lingering banshee wrought of themselves

from a heated temper and a wrong unforgiven

by ones who no longer suffer the pains of life

and no longer care who was wrong or right

but they are not forgotten by those who follow after.

Dreaming only of being right and roving it

they force themselves and the ones they love

to suffer through wrong that is worse

than the one they try to avenge

bringing an endless tide against themselves

and calling the banshee forth.

And as the sun sets upon a land of mystery

and the shadows begin to lengthen

the inhabitants fearfully seek shelter

in their homes and ward their portals

against the dreaded banshee

they fear will enter their house.

Pity they don't realize that the banshee

is in their hearts, wanting out.

1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007  Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich
2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014 Ron Knight/Modar Neznanich

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