Analysis of Cry of the Banshee

I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.

To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could it be the death of a man was nigh?
I waited for my answer from up on high.

The men who dress in white long robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there!  Some who dress in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.

But the one who holds the staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might.
Was he the one for whom she wailed?
Or will they all go down unveiled?

The sound did fade as the dawn did break.
I turned on the news, now barely awake.
Lo and behold!  The CITY had fallen!
The faces of many had now grown sullen.

Never again will her voice ever rise.
Never again will she give bad advice.
Never again will she spew forth lies.
Never again...
Never again...
Never again...