Banshee
Her voice so loudly echos throught the room
Such haunting beauty that lulls you close
Her voice is the choir on its own
Her choir robe sways gently with her serenity
Others in robes stared at her in awe and jelously
As the audiance closed their eyes
Lulled to sleep by her beauty
The sirens went off and no one could hear
Her voice so alluring as their end wonders closer
As her song ended the lights went bright
And nothing was left for miles in sight
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