Banshee

(Just a fun poem about spooky stuff.  A wave of creative inspiration.)

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