The fair ladies cries

Whenever You hear the Banshee’s cry,
somebody out there is doomed to die.

It was an autumn night, dark, cold and damp,
when I walked through the woods. No torch, no lamp
I had at hand to light my way.
I was searching for a place to stay,
for a fire to give me warmth and light
and a bed perhaps to sleep this night.
I stumbled in the darkness, as if I was blind.
I had no clue what I would find,
when the path would turn around.
I went on and suddenly found
a little hut amidst the wood
and in its door a woman stood.

The woman was standing tall and fair,
a gentle breeze blew through her hair.
Lips like cherries gave me a smile
and she waved her fingers while
her dark voice called me softly: „Come!
Join me in my hut. Have some
bread and cheese and meat and wine.
Come and be a guest of mine.
This night you shall rest your head,
if you like it, in my bed.”

„I’ve been travelling all the day,
still my home is far away.
I thank you, lady, for your offer.
Just little money’s in my coffer.
So there’s nothing, I can give thee.”
She smiled again, said: „The meal is free.
Strange things may happen in the night.
So come now in, the door close tight.”

In the forest there was an unholy growl,
far in the distance a wolf packs howl,
a shiver of fear went down my spine.
So I went in for bread and wine
and cheese and meat and for a bed,
where I could lay to rest my head.
In the hearth a fire was shining bright,
giving the hut a warming light,
but slowly the fire died away
and since it got cold the woman lay
herself in the bed right next to me.
Her skin was soft as silk and she
put around myself her arm.
That way we kept each other warm.
As later the fair-haired lady bent
over me, there was a secret scent
like vanilla and cherries and flowers so wild,
that I thought myself again a child.
In my veins the blood began to rush,
her voice whispered to me in a hush,
told me softly not to be afraid.
„Just kiss me!” was, what she had said.
Her red lips came near and touched my mouth,
giving me warmth like the sun in the south,
strange heat was running through my chest,
when I was touching her soft-skinned breast.

Passion then has brought the night.
I thought, that an ethereal light
was glowing in the ladies eyes,
as I could hear her lustful cries.
Later then she cried again,
but now as if she was in pain.
I marvelled, what this cry could mean,
if something terrible she might have seen.
A little time I heard her weep,
then finally we fell asleep.

The sun rose and the morning broke,
the woods were lying deep in fog
and after breaking our fast
I had to wish the lady a last
farewell and then set off to my home.
At noon, quite weak the autumn’s sun shone,
I came to my village, but no one was there.
No sound was heard and I wondered where
all my fellow people could be.
As I came near, I could finally see,
that the whole village was burnt to the ground.
The winds voice was the only sound
and I knew that my whole village died
last night, when I heard, that the Banshee cried.

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