I see the banshee

The banshee comes to sing her woe when a person is about to die, defeated in battle. I see her, even though the fight is still on.

One phrase echoes in my mind

Like a banshee wail

In ascending scale

The words echo

Intertwined

"You are fighting a lost battle"

Are the words I hear

It's the fate I fear

Uninvinting

Fate to settle

I'm all played out, I still toil

I can't mind my bruise

I must try a ruse

Find a way out

Wave my foil

There's no record I have lost

But I am tired

I'm uninspired

I move forward

At what cost?

Author's Note

This poem was not planned. It is not