I am known throughout this land and throughout this world…I am the Banshee…The Lady of Sorrow and the Lady of Death…

My screams are those of a thousand men and my voice pierces like notes of rising and falling waves of the sea and it always announces a mortal's death...

Just before a mortal's death…I appear at night in front of their dwelling, wailing and weeping foretelling them of their fate…

If a mortal sees me, I can not harm them, unless I start to scream and it means their own death.

If a mortal is able to catch me, I am more then obliged to tell them who is going to die this day...For I may tell them it is there own...

I only appear in front of and foretell all those of royalty of their time of death and my cries can be heard throughout Ireland for those of Irish Nobility.

I am a shape shifter who can come in many forms…one of my form is of the raven, as the raven I hover over the mortals screaming of their death or I fly next to them foretelling them of their fate…I can appear as a young beautiful woman dressed in white…or as an old hag dressed in death shrouds…which ever form I choose, just beware it will be me…

Beware of my screams if you hear them, death is here…for mortals fear me...for I am what comes at then end of the cycle of human life...I have knowledge of the fate of humanity…and I am a prophetess for all those who are destined to die…I am the Banshee…and I may come for you!