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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