The Screaming Banshee

do you hear the piercing howl,
the wind caresses me
reminds me of the possessed banshee.
how she mourns the loss,
inspiring me to love
imagine the warrior at the top of the hill,
wielding his sword ready to strike his opponent
at the ready to impale the enemy
the rush of energy as it takes hold of me
listening to the enchanting beating of the drums.
I want to tear into flesh.
make you my own.