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The way I saw lying without heart
Banshee by Darkhorse555
 Category:  Supernatural Poetry
  Posted: June 13, 2013      Views: 161

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She wails to your soul,
the coming of pain.
The black fairy of night appears,
voice of the undead
stirring in the darkness

Waking through my mind
piercing inner most shell echoes,
bringing the death of you.
Pure heart turns black

I slowly open these eyes,
the nightmare begins
to fade.
Let me see the colour of light,
the soul covers my heart in white.

To stop the rot of hell,
saving it in times of darkness.
The shield of protection,
in black its bound to roam this earth,
forever more.

This soul passes
the graveyard of life,
Passing through fairyland
Colours a blur,
a heart begins to beat,
searching with the eyes of the undead.

The body numb with pain,
a dusting of light appears.
Angel rays appear through the cracks,
darkhorse detects the vampire's grave.

Leaches sucking what's left,
crossing the undead hell a zombie.
I feel my pulse
there is always hope.

Darkhorse rears his front legs,
slowly standing on his feet
the mood changes,
The banshee heads straight to hell.

With the coachman of death
on her tail,
rattling passed
two ivory coloured
headless horses,
leading the carriage straight to hell.

Dumping the darkness into a bottomless pit,
locked away in the dungeons
no more to see light.

I found you love
dark becomes light,
colours everywhere
eyes wide open
hands outstretched.

Raising them high
to the Heaven's,
no more the fool.
The banshee buried deep
in protection of this heart,
in the hope she wails no more.

Far away
in a distant thought,
some say she lives in the pain,
not Heaven's light.
Barred to the darkness
where she never sleeps.

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