Desert Banshee

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Desert Banshee

A horror hidden beneath the soft hot sands

Creep up on your victims with your spindly claw like hands

Grabs your next victim in your long arms

Seeing your scary face

Knowing they are your dinner

All you see is a large piece of juicy meat

Your sharp teeth

Open wide mouth

Please don’t swallow me

I bet you could eat me whole

Desert Banshee

I thought you was a myth

Living in the deep hot sands

No sun on your death ridden face

Your hole of death

A tunnel in the deep hot soft sands

Until you reach the centre of the earth

No wonder your face blood red and about to burst

Living in this hot sweltering hell

This is a place for monsters and myths

To eat their victims

This is myths bliss

The blood of your victim

Moisture to your crinkly thin lips

Drinking your victims blood like a fine freshly spilt wine

Your sharp pronged teeth turn blood red

It stains your scary horrifying bloody face

Dripping and wet

Stomach filled

You saviour each bone

No one wants to find themselves

In the clutches of the Desert Banshee

I definitely don’t want to be his next tea!

No way Desert Banshee!

Toria

2/12/2021