A Poem – Banshee

Once a humid summer morn,When the clock hand swung to slice through four,I rose from rest at three and three quarterThirsting for a simple glass of water. Cooling water and cold steel tap,I prepare to return and continue my nap.When before me a sudden horrible fright –A ghastly girl in flowing white. Bolt upright IContinue reading “A Poem – Banshee”