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Banshee
By Melissa Pinol
I Am Banshee
White Lady
Woman of the Fairy Fort
I was consort of kings
Singer of fates
That could be changed
My blood mingled with
Theirs long ago
And thus I was bound
To this clan
With ties of eternity.
Invaders came
From across the sea
The king fell
His kin, my kin
Were forced to toil the land
And I sang my songs
To peasants
I who sang in the halls
Of kings.
They were mine still
My song became a screech
Of outrange
For their lot and mine
My warnings fell on deaf ears
For they had become fearful
And broken, and no longer knew
How to change Fate.
I became a messenger of death
And death alone.
The invaders have
Changed their blood
With rape and baptism
They are mine and yet
No longer mine.
My touch, once
The heat of passion and inspiration
Has become a fire which burns
And destroys my own people.
Stay away from me, my children
I tear my white hair
In frustration
I weep at the ford
That I, their guardian
Their mother
Have become
Nothing more
Than a singer
Of Death.
© 2000 Melissa Pinol. All Rights Reserved.
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