Banshee

I ap­proach at a dis­tance to make you un­aware,
you will not catch me how­ever hard you stare,
a wolf in sheep’s cloth­ing, a chameleon dis­guise,
fig­ments in your mind of fire and sea and skies. 

Too small to be de­tected, va­porous to be ig­nored,
I stalk my newest prey to slay with sharp­ened sword,
an in­vis­i­ble as­sas­sin with mas­quer­ade and lies,
phan­toms dwelling in your head cre­at­ing fear within your eyes. 

A druid call can sum­mon me, se­cret spells ar­cane,
un­leash my wrath and you will find that my shriek will be your bane.
With a grin­ning Judas kiss and chameleon dis­guise,
my phan­toms dwell in­side your head crash­ing fire and sea and skies.

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