She knows when you’re about to die
By the grey blanket of mist
That layers her eyes
A scream is pounding inside her head
And when the reaper takes your soul
And leaves you for dead
She screams keeping the soul lingering
Making the reaper late again
To another bean sidhe
Her screams like a violin
But to humans it tends to make you death
She never grows old
But she wont die young
She’ll live forever screaming soul songs
She wails in the night
She wails in the day
But saving one life
Is another ones death.
Only bean sidhe
Will notice her irises colours swirl
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