Chapitre 8: Banshee
Banshee waiting in her home
Away each Ravens flown
To escape her cries and pleas
For help each who heard would flee
She wails and begs for another to follow
And join her tranquil performance
Monsoon season, the birds stay
And listen to her voice they may
She hums a tune and lets it rain
To soothe her soul of lonely pain
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