The Harpy Poem

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The Harpy's wings were dark and wide,
With feathers sharp and beady-eyed.
She soared above with eerie grace,
A creature feared in every place.
Her talons sharp, her beak a hook,
Her scream would make the bravest shook.
She swept down low with ruthless speed,
Her prey, she'd catch with vicious greed.
Her form was part bird, part human too,
A monstrous sight, a fearsome view.
Her hunger drove her endless flight,
A creature born of ancient fright.
But deep within her heart did lie,
A glimmer of a human sigh.
A lonely soul trapped in her form,
Forever cursed by darkest storm.
So, beware the Harpy's wrathful might,
And pray you never face her sight.
For she is both a monster and a soul,
A creature cursed, beyond control.