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