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The Baávanshee “White Women of the Scottish Highlands”
Cold highland winds blow; the night is perfect,
as once a year from her unmarked grave she rises,
the Baávanshee, hunting any unsuspecting prospect.
No one dares the task to halt her awakening;
a cairn over her place of rest would suffice,
to keep her from these heinous undertakings.
She, a demonic vampire guised as a beautiful woman,
a flame haired seductress; appears to hapless or sleeping men,
bewitching them until, from their blood she has fed.
The Baávanshee beguiles with her feminine wiles,
wearing a beautiful, long, dark green gown
that hides neath the hem, feet that are hoov´en.
She feeds on the unsuspecting men
that bed down by night
in the lonely forest glens
ill advisedly out of site.
A predator without a heart,
any natural place will do,
if it is hidden away from
any bystanders prying view.
She needs no fangs to the draw blood;
sharp fingernails do the job nicely,
using her allure to close in
on her unwary prey,
their fascination insures,
the end of their living days.
She might operate within a group,
when she feels the whim,
and together they seduce their victims
with their beauty and magnificence.
They entice the men to dance,
courting them for the bloodletting,
the reason they have come;
their sole purpose for being,
to satiate themselves, the outcome.
Ahh… such sport they have,
luring weary travelers
to secluded places at night,
where they then close in and attack.
Aye! Truly a fearsome site,
their only deterrent, fear sunlight.
There is a legend regarding the Baávanshee,
where a group of young travelers,
in the Scottish Highlands,
stopped for the night in a small glade, wearily.
They build a fire and begin to wish
for the company of beautiful women,
in a manner, quite bawdy and oafish.
Just then, four stunning women appeared
and begin to dance, distracting them
by whispering naughty things in their ear.
The dance, which started out for enjoyment,
becomes harsh, as the women begin,
to tear and draw blood for nourishment.
One of the men runs from their shelter
and between two of horses he hides,
the strange women circles the makeshift pen,
but cannot seem to cross to him inside.
Dawn arrives ending the long ordeal,
he finds that drained of blood,
his companions all have died
and the women disappeared.
It is thought that the Baávanshee
could not cross to him because
of the iron in the shoes of the horses,
what ever it was he was lucky indeed,
he did not meet his maker on that fateful eve.
So the moral of this story might very well be,
Beware the beautiful woman,
Who looks…just…like…me. Ha,ha,ha
*To my Gaelo-Celtic brethren, a legend from you lands.
as once a year from her unmarked grave she rises,
the Baávanshee, hunting any unsuspecting prospect.
No one dares the task to halt her awakening;
a cairn over her place of rest would suffice,
to keep her from these heinous undertakings.
She, a demonic vampire guised as a beautiful woman,
a flame haired seductress; appears to hapless or sleeping men,
bewitching them until, from their blood she has fed.
The Baávanshee beguiles with her feminine wiles,
wearing a beautiful, long, dark green gown
that hides neath the hem, feet that are hoov´en.
She feeds on the unsuspecting men
that bed down by night
in the lonely forest glens
ill advisedly out of site.
A predator without a heart,
any natural place will do,
if it is hidden away from
any bystanders prying view.
She needs no fangs to the draw blood;
sharp fingernails do the job nicely,
using her allure to close in
on her unwary prey,
their fascination insures,
the end of their living days.
She might operate within a group,
when she feels the whim,
and together they seduce their victims
with their beauty and magnificence.
They entice the men to dance,
courting them for the bloodletting,
the reason they have come;
their sole purpose for being,
to satiate themselves, the outcome.
Ahh… such sport they have,
luring weary travelers
to secluded places at night,
where they then close in and attack.
Aye! Truly a fearsome site,
their only deterrent, fear sunlight.
There is a legend regarding the Baávanshee,
where a group of young travelers,
in the Scottish Highlands,
stopped for the night in a small glade, wearily.
They build a fire and begin to wish
for the company of beautiful women,
in a manner, quite bawdy and oafish.
Just then, four stunning women appeared
and begin to dance, distracting them
by whispering naughty things in their ear.
The dance, which started out for enjoyment,
becomes harsh, as the women begin,
to tear and draw blood for nourishment.
One of the men runs from their shelter
and between two of horses he hides,
the strange women circles the makeshift pen,
but cannot seem to cross to him inside.
Dawn arrives ending the long ordeal,
he finds that drained of blood,
his companions all have died
and the women disappeared.
It is thought that the Baávanshee
could not cross to him because
of the iron in the shoes of the horses,
what ever it was he was lucky indeed,
he did not meet his maker on that fateful eve.
So the moral of this story might very well be,
Beware the beautiful woman,
Who looks…just…like…me. Ha,ha,ha
*To my Gaelo-Celtic brethren, a legend from you lands.
Published 10th Oct 2012
| Edited 16th Nov 2013
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10th Oct 2012 00:58am
10th Oct 2012 1:00am
Baby I am taking y'all all over the world with my stories, and more to come.Glad you liked it.
Red
Red
10th Oct 2012 2:02am
10th Oct 2012 1:26pm
10th Oct 2012 2:47am
Let me be seduced, wish
Loved it!! Gypsey I am entranced,
Whats the cure?
best wishes
Ricecake
Loved it!! Gypsey I am entranced,
Whats the cure?
best wishes
Ricecake
10th Oct 2012 1:27pm
RC haha I don't no the cure but these babes are bad girls haha, thanks for the great comment.
Red
Red
10th Oct 2012 7:36am
Great write Gypsy, you are really bringing in the Halloween atmosphere. She looks like me when I show my teeth Lol. :)
10th Oct 2012 1:29pm
Magda my Welsh flower, are you sure you not one of these gals? hahaha No, you are something else hahaha Thanks for stopping by.
Red
Red
10th Oct 2012 2:41pm
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Anonymous
10th Oct 2012 2:51pm
This was cool, Red.
Strider
Strider
10th Oct 2012 4:26pm
Glad you enjoyed that Strider, stay tuned if you liked that more are coming. We are taking a tour around the world for scary stories.
Red
Red
10th Oct 2012 8:04pm
Gypsy,
First film I saw in the movies was Darby O'Gill and the little people. that's the first time I saw a Banshee. gave me nightmares for years. Finally got over it in my late teens, and then I read this.
nice job Gypsy, shine on
First film I saw in the movies was Darby O'Gill and the little people. that's the first time I saw a Banshee. gave me nightmares for years. Finally got over it in my late teens, and then I read this.
nice job Gypsy, shine on
10th Oct 2012 8:12pm
Thanks friend, just thought you might enjoy something from your neck of the woods or at least close to it.
Red
Red
10th Oct 2012 8:30pm
10th Oct 2012 11:21pm
10th Oct 2012 11:45pm
Always afan of a dark and longer write and anything dealing with old legends always sparks my intrest really well dobne write and just a heck of a read for the season cheers amd stay crazy Gonzo
11th Oct 2012 00:00am
Thank you very much. This is one in a series of dark scary, legend based pieces I have written, and I also intend to bring a few more in keeping with the season.
Red
Red
11th Oct 2012 4:32am
11th Oct 2012 2:40pm
Payback is a bitch, men have been doing it to us for far too long, its our turn.Thanks Grace!
huggs
Red
huggs
Red
12th Oct 2012 1:43am
12th Oct 2012 2:17pm
Anonymous
13th Oct 2012 2:02am
This is very well written, really enjoyed the read..and though they sound like a pretty horrible bunch-During the read, I kinda hoped to meet them and be seduced-just for the thrill of it..LOL
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13th Oct 2012 2:10pm
15th Oct 2012 3:11pm
Loved the poem, but the image scares me a bit, especially getting closer to Halloween! On my mom's side of the family we have some Scottish blood---maybe that explains why my brother and I tried to avoid mom's wrath!
15th Oct 2012 3:14pm
That's Funny Jazz Don't let your mom hear you say that! hahaha Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.
Red
Red
19th Oct 2012 5:53am
19th Oct 2012 1:51pm
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22nd Oct 2012 6:14pm
Hahaha Glad you enjoyed that Gabriel it is a legend told by the people of Scotland. Thanks for stopping by to comment.
Red
Red
