The caretaker bends his fragile bones.
and listens fearfully to the wailing moans.
For the Banshee walks once more tonight,
along the shadowy moors, under pale moonlight.
Her story is most sad; a baleful tale,
As she nightly searches, driven mad to roam the dale.
For her young man is lost through endless time
Their love - forbidden; his only crime.
The sound of horses beat through the night
As the wolfhounds track the couple's flight.
The lover's trapped, the young man bound
and pushed from the cliffs to the sandy ground.
His body caught in the ebb of the waves,
the young lover sinks to a watery grave.
The Banshee screams out in aching need,
cursing the drunken Lord's foul and morbid deed.
As silence befalls the whispering glade
As moonlight filters through the shade
A girl in tattered wedding gown begins to wail
Once more to race along that fateful trail.
Jane Richer is a poet and writer who lives in Alberta, Canada. She is published online and in print. She loves to poke fun at herself and rather likes to write tongue-in-cheek poetry but she will dabble in all kinds of genres to widen her creative nature. She loves to 'sister'- (write a complimentary poem) and feels that is the greatest form of acknowledgment and respect in expression for another poet's talent.