Cry of the Banshee

Bursting moon is slowly frailing Her deafening cry, you can hear Razor rage of maiden wailing Searing scream from far to near Bloodshot eyes of bleeding stare Feasts at you while you're alone Deadish feet is in the air The wailing pricks you to the bone Wrapped in dress doused in red Dripping like water to her feet Flowing freely under her spread Like gush of fountain from a beat Sad song comes like a ripper Shouting out of dawning death When night comes deeper and deeper The sharp sickle rips a breath Spooky Halloween rhyme poetry contest 3rd place