The Voice

Posté par Dame Charlotte 29 June, 2007 dans Poèmes

Petit exercice linguistique
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In our painful memories there is a voice
An ancient one that imposed on us
Without our consent nor our invite

It came to us on a rainy night
Through the valleys and the seas
And from the age of fears

The red-haired woman was near us
She came and gave us her voice
We heard it clearly without seeing her

But we knew it was the creature
The devilish lover of the Death
Her paralysing voice burst in the air

A dreadful howl closed in on the hamlet
There was no reason for her scream
No one was dying but we heard it

Later when the war was over
We knew why the banshee came
Since then we are living in a town without a man
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