The Banshee

Come with me, oh come with me

The pain has ended. So now we

Are off to many a greener field

Where the answers are revealed

My love, I hear the banshee cry just

Outside this kitchen window.

I’m no longer for today, so

Don’t weep over my ash and dust

It’s just the wind, my simple wife

That howls outside. I’ll close

The shutter. You’ve a long life

To live before your great repose.

Come with me, your time is through.

Oh come with me, and find the true

Peace and rest that come with death.

Now smile and exhale that last breath.

My love, I’m dying. I don’t mind.

Goodbye, please simply kiss me.

Pray for me, say a rosary

To bless the one’s I’ll leave behind.

It’s just your nerves and exhaustion

That has you hearing this banshee.

So get to bed, let this worry run

Away from you, leaving you free.

But freedom’s offered to me now

To go with grace. And to forget

The duplicity in this duet.

You can’t control, you must allow.

Come with me, I’ll take you past

This Iron Fist, outside your caste

Where life and death become a choice

And teach you how to use your voice.

My wife, my love, I will not let

You go. I’ll keep you from this dread.

Meanwhile a ghostly silhouette

Had flown, leaving one cold, one dead