(Connected to the earlier poem. Originally posted on January 16, 2013. That’s before I learned how to put pictures on here.)
Night on Bald Mountain
Shadows stir
Among the blackened trees
As the sun is suffocated
And buried
By her pale-faced brother
A ghoulish howl
Cuts wind and nerve
A sign
That the nightly terrors
Have come to call
The first to arrive
A misty Feldarj
Screeching at the stars
And searching
For a meal to a snatch
An oozing Lurgid
Bathed in filth and sludge
Releases toxic whispers
That rise in height
And volume
The meek Urzyl drifts
Along the lower branches
Seeking out a robin nest
To shriek
And shatter eggs
The crimson Yordjuril
And the emerald Pulg
Wail and moan
At a whimpering Ogdur
Robbed of its deafening voice
While midnight looms
More banshees rise
Some for the hunt
Some to birth more terrors
All to scream the night away
The forest is silent
As the dark congregation
Gathers for some fun
Forcing all who want to live
Into hiding
Legends of Windemere 
Love it. I would have also loved a last line tying it with the previous poem – something about the fairies chasing away the banshees with the coming of the new day. That would have made the two poems nicely circular 🙂
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I believe I wrote this one first and connected the second at the last moment. Just going over the completion dates since they’re both from 3 years ago. Wondering if fairies can take on banshees with any level of success.
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Lol – it’s the daylight, not the fairies, silly 😀
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Yeah that’s the one.:-)
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Ah! I see the inspiration. 🙂
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