The Banshee

The Banshee

White Lady of Sorrow,
Lady of Death,
She who walks on faerie's graves,
warns of your last breath.

She who walks on faerie's graves,
Shrieks a loud and piercing wail,
She who walks on faerie's graves,
reveals a hidden Vail.

She who walks on faerie's graves,
In the form of a black crow,
The White Lady of Sorrow,
Watches you sink below.

She who walks on faerie's graves,
Cobwebs cling to her,
The Lady of death,
Enters a new chapter.

She who walks on faerie's graves,
A gleam in the night sky,
In the form of an angel,
She soon we'll see you fly.

She warns those with sacred names,
Only O'Brien's and McClain's,
She who warns those of death,
Shows the end of our pain.