Wailing Woman
I’m rarely seen
But I make sure I am heard
I work with death
I warn others of upcoming losses
You can hear my wail loud and clear
I’m a fairy of sorts
Or am I ghost
I live an immortal life
If you see me
Be prepared for tragedy
For I’m an omen of death
I’m old and young
I’m horrid and fair
What you see is up to me
I’ll wear my grey robe
My eyes a glow
And my silver hair will flow
If you see me
Be wary of what is to come
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