The Banshee of the Night.

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound 

This is a cautionary gothic warning delivered by a lone survivor ("As an escapee"). 

It cautions the reader against the dangers of wallowing in heartbreak and longing ("into the long night pine"). 

In this universe, deep spiritual vulnerability acts as a beacon for a malevolent, seductive entity known as "She" or "The Banshee of the Night." 

The narrator’s final plea is simple: 

"Keep looking for the light of your life / But pine no more." 

It is a call to actively reject despair, move past lost love, and guard one's mental and spiritual boundaries against the numbing allure of depression and delusion.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers)

As an escapee

From the where one doesn't want to be

This message I've left here

From me 

To warn of She

For

In long shadows of the mind 

It comes

Creeping slowly in

Like the moor fog 

In a long sinful cloak of army grey

Lost Love

Smiling like a pretty Medusa

Knocking on your spiritual door softly

With wild black eyes

Black hair and cherry red lips

Looking for souls who into the long night pine

Like lone timber wolves

Focusing on their aura frequencies 

To tune in

To take them back to its green lair 

In the raging Lemurian blue Sea

To the Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lies helpless 

Upon its jagged diamond-encrusted cliffs

Bound by Old Gods

By the power of the Aufbau Der 

The world builders of the High Mountains

To baptise them under the Emerald Fountain 

To then be robed in blue, with fairy folk watching, wearing silvery jewellery

Cast by the Forge Masters of Sigma Twenty-One

To then join the huge Coronation Line

To be new flowers in the Black Rock Fields

The search for love over as they are pulled over

Never to dream but to sway like Douglas Fir's

As the hypnotic incense infusion

Of frankincense and myrrh

Clouds their hopes and dreams with delusion 

So beware of

The Banshee of The Night

The Wife of He

You cannot see

The Lord of Black Rock Tower where

Prometheus lies helpless upon 

Jagged diamond-encrusted cliffs

Keep looking for the light of your life 

But pine no more

Or the image of the great seducer

Medusa

Could appear in spiritual form

Knocking on your astral doors

To then

No more to talk

No more to walk

No more to see 

But to spend all your days swaying in a hypnotic trance

In the nearest asylum 

As time

Advances

Somewhere hidden

In the raging blue Lemurian sea

Of The Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy