The Night of the Banshee
Poetry on the Web
WHEN THE MOON’S COLD BEAM
ON THE CHURCHYARD GLEAMS
AND THE HEADSTONES GLISTEN WITH
DEW
WHEN THE EERIE WIND IN THE SHIVERING
PINES
MEANS SOMETHING’S WATCHING YOU
WHEN WEREWOLVES HOWL AND VAMPIRES
PROWL
THE DARK OCTOBER NIGHT
AND FROM GRAVEYARDS EVERYWHERE
LOST SOULS WAIL THEIR PLIGHT
'TIS HALLOWEEN AND CELTIC GHOSTS
ARE FREED FROM CRYPT AND TOMB
AND IN YOUR DREAMS THE BANSHEE KEENS
HER CHILLING WAIL OF DOOM
WILLIAM BEDFORD
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