Tell a friend



From thick fogs and

Glittering and exotic mists

I hear the murmur

Of a Celtic and Caucasoid

Slim and powerful


With the power

Of the night

And the mystique

Of a deceived Woman

Longing for Love

That impossible

Is become.


He whispers while I dream

And cries for her who doesn’t come back

This is my dream…

BANSHEE’s dream.


Autor ©: Peter Lee Dolphein, Braga November 22nd 2004

Acknowledgement: Translation from Portuguese by Marie Josée Castel. Thank You!

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