The Banshee
by Victoria Tarrani
(© 01.07.30)
Billy Bob the wrangler loved that woman so,
he shot his wealthy rival, and he used a six foot bow.
With cold, dark eyes a flashing, she cast a wicked spell
that brought the screaming banshees straight out of burning h**l.
She did not love that Billy Bob the way he thought she did,
and when he saw the fire she brought, he ran away and hid.
All witches have their cunning ways and magic that they weave,
and he could never hide his soul away, nor would it be reprieved.
He ran until he could not breathe then fell beneath a tree;
he thought he would be hidden beneath their canopy.
But a smoky mist was floating just inches from the ground
Old Davis, though he might be dead, was really still around.
He drifted as a wet caress inside the ice cold draft,
that followed Billy Bob's long fall down a miner's shaft.
Old Davis wore a spectral grin, his countenance did gleam;
banshees came for Billy Bob, and he began to scream.
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And if a chilly draft, in the midst of summer's day,
sends a tingle down your spine, remember what I say:
This town still sees Billy Bob and his terrible disgraces;
the witch moved on to cast her spells in other lonely places.
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