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She’s a wild banshee

With a passion for predation,

From which there is no salvation

With her staring bulging eyes,

And the scream that she cries,

That can rip the soul out of any being

She’s a wild eyed banshee,

She’s a Gaelic Ban Sith

A supernatural faerie,

With a terrifying keening and wailing

She’s a lament personified,

Foretelling a soul about to die

An omen of death signified,

But a wail, scream and mournful cry

From a supernatural spirit so wild.