Banshee

A cold fear
Took hold of her chest
Her hands were shaking
And she let out a horrendous scream.

She approached and touched
Her defenseless face
Smile, tonight I’m your mistress.

You’re a black rose in the dark
So sweet and so wicked, you’ll prick him
Like a cat, you twist and scratch
Of horrid nature, you will appear.

When she showed up
She knew it wasn’t a dream
Her charm trapped the pain
Of a supreme being
Drenched in morning light
She took uncertain steps
Frantic and perverse, her... comfort.