Myth #6: Harpy

Clarity in noise,
is it just something stuck between what destroys?

Faith has bestowed upon me a chance,
rebirth--
mind merely stuck in a trance,
so I will partake in Death's Dance.

With the battlefield now laid bare,
a formality given certainty,
while the others cry with peculiarity.

I see the hollow corpse,
is it merely a mirror-broken royal horse?

Stuck in time,
while the kettle burns,
now watch the smoke,
as it all returns.
Forget the particulars,
​we are not dissimilar.

Hydra snake demon garden,
welcome the Warden.

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