The Harpy

The moonlight shines somberly through the window Somewhere down the hall the door creaks But all is silent None are alert to crow Their dissatisfaction with what they had wrought All their strength had been spent A lone boy sits alone Not truly a boy anymore His childlike innocence stolen by the harpy He stares at a stone Gleaming in the light Something to appease the crow, make her happy He had been tricked and he knew it It was not his burden to bear But he was so fettered in her lies The truth, his own truth he could not hear She whispered in the winds Beckoning him to her nest Her wings would encompass him He would see no rest His soul devoured by the beast His mind now gone prey to her lust He would be torn apart His body left to age and rust The harpy would fly again Fly to new shores And repeat the process with youths Forevermore