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.