The scream of a Banshee

Bring this night a meaning,
As the falling sun wanes,
Bestow wonders upon airs frosty arms,
The wail of a banshee,
Echoes through these outside halls,
Carried on the wind,
That flies in one direction.

Bright eyes seek the spirit,
Singing...!
Screaming...!
Songs of sorrow.

Clutching deafened ears,
Chill tendrils touch the heart,
As its woeful song continues,
A tear falls but dries before it finds the land.

Bring the morning quickly,
As the moon floats past in leisurely light,
The banshees screams are closing in,
Vibrating in my head,
Burnt upon my memory,
Memories to remember.

Dull eyes see no more,
Cradled head rests where it lays,
Whispers are hard to hear,
Even when I listen,
Surrounded by deafening silence,
A comfort or a curse?
Another thought to ponder,
As I await my turn to sing,
My own unrelenting song.