Banshee

That is not deadWhich can eternal lieYet with strage aeonsEven death may lieH.P. LovecraftI bewail my destinyA foible of mineBut her voice tortures my mindI yearn for her bosomI fear her swayMy eternal blemishIs her embraceShe whispers : chose a realm -These two are the preferred ones:Hell - where your soul reduces to ashesHeaven - where you?ll be drowned