Bansidhe
Voice raised in her deathly song Wandering lost, alone Never welcome, never wrong No family, no home. Her lullaby heralds disaster An augury of misery, The end of ever after: Loneliness is Bansidhe. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Bansidhe
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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