The screaming banshee howled through the night.
We cowered in the shadows to hide from the fright.
She rages on, for death she sees.
We hold our breath, close our eyes, and freeze.
Someone wouldn’t see the morning light.
– Written for Limerick Challenge Week 37: Dark. Photo from Wikipedia. “Song of the Banshee” was awarded 2nd place in this contest.
Oh, the ending, gave me the chills! Brilliant limerick, Leara!
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