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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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