Becoming the Banshee

I know one day

I’ll come across

Your name, your face

Your wounding voice

You'll appear in public

Walking free without fear

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In an instant

I’ll be transformed

Air inhaled, deep, and full

A shriek wailed out

An ear-splitting trill

Like a gusty gale

Blustering across the hall

Knocking all off their

Mindless course

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Onlookers will call out

Shaking fists in impotent

Rage at the destruction

Whilst I rise above on

Charred wings of

Soot and disgrace

Sucked from dangling jaws

Dropped open in shock as

I scream in accusation

And abject disgust

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Hovering above tousled heads

The only lingering tones

Unholy screeching blights

Cringing shock left

Contorting guilt-stricken faces

The only evidence I

Will ever collect

So I soak in my win

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While the squall whips up

All around

I continue to elevate

Above the ground

Lights flashing, debris crashing

Smashing onlookers and

Injured parties alike

The conflagration goes

Unnoticed, all unassaulted walk by

Without protest

A smoldering plasmic orb

Of rage and regret

Raining radioactive ash and

Fear down on your soul

I watch you melt into

The now tainted soil

K.B. Silver