Literature
A corpse and an apparition.
I've got a severe issue, my friend,
If you've got some time to spend,
for it's a delicate matter to tend!
Well it started, you see,
With a lovely banshee,
Trailing and wailing behind me.
It wasn't my death she was warning,
Thank heavens!
Instead it was a lady in mourning.
She was weeping and crying,
Singing and sighing,
As the banshee foresaw she was dying.
By the time I reached the mistress,
She was in far too much distress,
I took some care not to depress,
As to what ailed her, I could only guess.
Her soul slipped gracefully away,
But left a pretty corpse to stay,
Though her skin was turning grey,
Smitten I was, I'm afrai
