| Posted On: | 2006-04-04 00:00:00 |
there is a stolid misunderstanding about this unfortunate unusual creature a throw back given the road to insanity shunned, cast out by societal standards her raven black wings are oddly mishapen feathers cover her from the neck down a sorrowful scream seems to suit her demeanor she throws it into the night with vengance an eerie reply echoes back to her ears her own pathetic cry brought back in disgrace can i pity this sorry malformed discontent should i fear and loath her coming come now, have you met this thing you fear did you know who she really was before her appearance sent her into oblivion her soul and heart were good and kind though now an encounter with her should be feared for nothing of what she once was exists seeking out the harpy is to embrace death her power in her voice amplified by exasperation others encounter hideousness and death as they seek a slow dance with fates weavings becoming entangled and entranced in compulsion created through haunting melody toned in ranges magically in tune with minds shall we be content to envision only imagine why she could not be understood
