The weight of death is thick upon the air, much like the humidity before a hurricane. Only this weighs on my soul instead of my hair and clothes. And it’s cold, oh so very cold. There is an edge to the sensation that is almost painful. Even the scents of the forest and the presence of the trees surrounding me can’t bring me comfort tonight. It isn’t just one death, it’s many.
The underbrush clears and the trees give way to a valley. Dark wings are thick upon the air, blotting out the moonlight. But enough filters through that I can see the carnage painting the valley in a gruesome scene. I blink and the scene fades, leaving only a peaceful valley of flowers closed up tight against the darkness. But the scene will return, of that I have no doubt. My visions are never wrong.
My song fills the night, a mournful cry that raises up to the stars. I sing for the souls that will soon be carried upon the wind.
This work of fiction is original and my own. Please do not reproduce or copy it in any way without permission and linking back to me. Picture credit: Desktop Nexus Wallpaper.
Beautiful, yet eerie and chilling. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThank you April, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
DeleteOh, my, such a sad, soulful creature. I didn't know that's what Banshees did.
ReplyDeleteTheir's is a sad story indeed. Writing this sparked something in me. I may have to dedicate enough time to writing an entire book about them.
DeleteWonderful!! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI love banshees--when I was a child, my mom always used to say, "Stop screaming like a banshee."
LOL, you must have been a very vocal child!
DeleteOoooo, good one. And that picture is awesomely creepy! :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's a great picture isn't it?! I wish I knew the artist's name.
DeleteI can actually feel the scene. That is great, Heather.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susan!
DeleteApril is right : this indeed chilling yet beautifully eerie. Great post, Roland
ReplyDeleteThank you Roland, that's so sweet. :)
DeleteWonderful writing--I especially love the last line!
ReplyDeleteThanks GE! :)
DeleteYour writing is so wonderful, Heather. I totally enjoyed this!
ReplyDeleteI'm so flattered Lydia, thank you! :)
DeleteVEry beautiful, Heather.
ReplyDeleteI read your short piece, Born of Fire, that too was a great read. Thank you for sharing it that day!
Let it be known that Heather is one of those Indie gems out there! She's a fantastic writer!
That is so incredibly kind of you. Thank you Lorelei! *sniffles*
DeleteYou're welcome, Heather. Here's a tissue... (^;
Deleteoh, oh my. great piece Heather. You just made me want to look up the Banshee :)
ReplyDeleteMy mission is complete then! ;)
DeleteFantastic, as always! You can't go past the Irish for bloodthirsty, terrifying and inevitable. Just ask generations of scared kids (including me)!
ReplyDeleteSo very true, lol!
DeleteYou always mange to bring out the sympathy in me. It's amazing what a different pov can do!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah. What a sweet compliment. :)
DeleteAs usual, this is a beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteThank you Aik. :)
DeleteOoooh, I'm hooked.
ReplyDelete......dhole