The Lothiam Banshee

On this Lothiam
Night

Overcaste,
Dank
&
Apprehensive

An Atlantic storms all the while
Brews and approaches

The Scottish Border

Travelling over the crest of Atlantic waves
Like some swarming

Biblical Locus

The Storm finally hits
Lothiam

And blows bins and
Empty Tennents cans into the side of
Buildings and Tramps

Now rigid with fear and the cold
Ruin of hypothermia fills the minds
of those unfortunates under all of this

And on this
uncertain night

Bine Sidhe

The Woman of the Fairies
Stirs
and is awoken
by her weather cast sister

And she comes out from under her
Hallowed Mound

And the fates speak
Tales of death and destruction
In her ear

And she smiles for her work

She takes flight above the storm
Riding it like

A zombie surfer
riding on the lava streams of hells
tribiutaries

And high fiving Belezebub on every pass
The music in Hell
Certainly
Rocks

For tonight is the
Night

When this Lothiam
Town will be left to sunder

And all the while
I sit cocooned in my house and wonder

Is that the wind or a cry of a
Banshee

For on this night
the lives of this town rest
in the direction
Of this black tail

For forever the impending
death fated by these nights
will be started by
her
hideous

WAILS!!!!