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Banshee’s Baby

The song is set to sing
Set the chimes to ring
Winter has gone to spring
Allow the birds to wing

Paramount to the lyrics is the love
Cloistered, caged and crying are the last doves
Waiting for their time to be at last free
To be cut down by the wailing banshees

One death foretold crying
The bride or the groom dying
The groom fell on his sword
The bride hung by a cord
The stillborn baby born

©2011 Michael Yost