The scales of sin
The scales of sin
Seen by those who wrong,
Vengeance lurks in corners deep.
Binded by their song,
Screeches tormenting the weak.
For the chase does not prolong.
Home within the woods,
Guarded by the infernal.
For whomever suits,
Punishment is eternal.
Deeply grafted in their roots.
Swift as storms she is,
Aello as a whirlwind fast.
No signs of remiss,
Hunts for those who prey, outcast.
Dragging souls to deep abyss.
Prophetess of old,
Celaeno sees all so clear.
As she has foretold,
Tortures with her sisters dear.
Heart of stone, the dark so cold.
Wings as swift as comes,
Ocypete leaves feathers soft.
Endurance succumbs,
No longer soaring aloft.
In the distance silence hums.
Witches snatching men,
Claws deadly and strong as hawks.
For time and again,
Beat of wings, on the door knocks.
Harpy women claim their den.
Three of them combined,
Their sighting conjoined with fear.
Tremble at their kind,
When they come your end is near.
For they bedevil the mind.
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