16 May 2012
A monster born of wind and lies, Holding greedy sin in yellow eyes, With a virgin girl's head, Forever lost in unwed, Talons to bleed the dead, Flesh never left un-shred, Great grey wings of misery, And a mind full of trickery, Such a foul beast from hell, No chance to be bid farewell.
The Harpy and her sisters, Feared even in whispers, Commanded by Zeus to terrorise, They forgot their simple demise, So guard all that is loved near, And dare not shed a single tear, For there is a hope on a northern coast, A recipe for a Harpy roast, Would you believe, a delicacy, A solution quite elegantly, For what else would a murderous virgin bird crave? But a handsome male bird called Dave! Just snare this innocent chap, With a clever little rap, And listen to the monsters descend, To free their new-found friend, And as they turn to ravish you, The vile siblings will viciously fight, For they all want a piece of Dave tonight, When the monsters are down to one, Do not think you have won, She will weep till anger reigns, Then come try eat your brains, But thanks to Dave, You should be saved, On great grey wings they ascend, And this tale meets a cautious end, What a clever-wicked old trick, Now cook up a feast nice and quick, Because harpy weddings don't last long, They'll be back after the last song!
A Harpy's Demise • Opuss № I