Way down deep
in dark forests swell
there hung a
banshees chilling wail
that all the townsmen
knew too well
her test erotica
they failed
~
For the wives of
so called faithful men
called to Banshees
upper hand
to weed the weakened
once again
thus purifying
secrete land
~
All homes were visited,
non untouched
by banshee dolled
up for amour
as a gentle tap tapping
was heard out front
There was someone
at the door
~
Thing is you see,
wives play unfair
for the banshee
formed to all tastes
and the men whom had
cheated, unaware
that the minx at the door
was their fate
~
The ones who let enter
this stranger of bliss
to steal behind doors
the deadliest kiss
were doomed for eternity,
impotence
with never a hope
of recompense
~
Way down deep
in dark forests swell
there shrieks
the banshees chilling wail
the townsmen wish
to hear no more
(Tap tap)
someone's at the door...

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