Last night she came, outside my window
At first I thought it was a hoot owl in pain
But the voice was shill and carried by the wind
A Banshee’s wail drowned out the sheeting rain
I know what it means when she comes around
Someone I love will cease to exist in this world
Her wail will bring the reaper to carry them away
How do I gather the strength not to come unfurled?
Who will it be, who is she after, how do I find out?
When will it happen, this soul that will flee?
Then I look down and what do I see?
Oh my God she was after me
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