It runs around under my skin
Trying to claw its way out

When will I see through this
Dense energy cloud

I wanted to go with him
On that one Saturday

When

He floated away from his
Physical self
I saw his Siren
Pink hair & vampire smile

She

Gave way to the lilies
Among the light

His ancestors arrived

He reached out for them
As the morphine swam
Through his blood

We chanted him to
The other realms
Swaying in and out
Of the veil

Gone but not lost
This Siren must sail

The fairies of the mound
hide under ground
when the light of the day reveals


But as the sun
makes it's final run
the fairies
come out to play


Then there are
those picked by stars
to be the forebearers
of burden and woe


They fly the skies
as night time byes
warning of death to come


Beware my friend
someone comes to an end
when the banshees
starts to wail


It's heard through wood or stone
in every home
no one escapes
the throes


And in the end
the wailing sends
another poor soul
to Hell


Banshees are a special breed
they come from the seed
of a star


In the mounds of folk
does their life evoke
a love afair of magic
from a man made out of a star


Sometimes the banshees will wail
when they think of the love
that parted so many years ago
and
so many light years away

the management*
at Hello Poetry
need to be mindful
of grand larceny
those who involve themselves
with this impropriety
would be scooted off
other writing sites
very promptly

theft is theft
and stealing
is a federal crime
they the perpetrators
bear a shingle
of low down slime
taking other's
copyrighted pieces
always their appalling
paradigm

yet these persons
aren't bought to book
they have a free rein
in employing the purloining hook

plagiarists so bereft
of a writing capacity
nicking your works and mine
*with reprehensible audacity