by Tess Boardman

Created on: August 03, 2010

Soft white starlight filtering through

Winter’s trees empty and bare.

With a lone traveler in view

Shadows fall across a full moon’s stare.

Hiding beneath a misty veil,

A specter rises from its daytime lair.

Lonely keens the banshee’s wail

Stillness broken, sorrowed weeping-

The man stops upon his trial.

Emerging at nightfall, crawling, creeping

Near the haunted river’s edge

Blood soaked clothes into rushing waters seeping

Foretold this night- his soul, death will be keeping.

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