It was cold winters day on the Eve of All Hallows'
Where deadly silence spread across the meadows.
For on the stoke of midnight bound to a tree
The witch as she was known was never to be free.
As they burnt her to death her one last spell
Came alive with revenge from the dark depths of hell.


Hundreds of years later the curse began where the witches pendant was found
The old broken stone put into the light moved from the earths mound.
Her wandering spirit and wanting revenge to all that came along her way
The curse of The Banshee started to take place on that doomed day.

Accidents would happen one every day
As The Banshee wanted them to pay.
Until the one who had the pure heart could rid this day
But as time went on and many fell to their feet
From the curse of no defeat.

A man from afar destroyed her stone and chanted some strange words
Then after that day never again could the witches scream be heard.
So a lesson had been taught in the village that night
Never dig up the unknown as instead of happiness there could come only disaster and fright.

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