the harbinger of delight;
she doesn't need illusion
to make narcissistic men smile,
entranced
and foolish.
if they only knew the gore
those luscious lips had tasted
(enjoyed)
and how she looks forward
to your decomposition.
those eyes, creased with a smile
conceal a labyrinth
with no ball of string and waiting love
to find the way out
yet so many find her embrace
to their taste
(strange, she feels the same)
willing losing themselves
in her aphrodisiac smile
it isn't macabre, mere hunger,
and a smarter hunter
who relies on baser instincts
than flight or fight panic;
no chance of escape
from the cradle of her velvet feathers
(just don't rub the wrong way)
only when her grip is tight
and your eyes are closed
will her wings spread;
her eyes transform cold amber
from the sun
and sharpen with an intent
that becomes clear
far too late
and no canyon walls
will lend themselves
to echo your screams
having fully expected this dance
Author notes
Prompt: harpy.
Words in order used: Harbinger, Delight, Illusion, Narcissistic, Entranced, Gore, Luscious, Decomposition, Labyrinth, Embrace, Aphrodisiac, Macabre, Panic, Cradle, Velvet, Spread, Transform, Intent, Echo, Dance.
A contest entry
- Creatures of Myth and Legend by Concrete Angel.
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Comments
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First off, the title is a real eye catcher, it grabbed my attention right off the bat.
This is a fantastic tribute to the Harpy in all her "she-baest" glory. You have painted her seductivly and ravenously exactly how she should be. ONe could almost hear the screech of her call as they erad this gelightfully sinister poem. Love it! Good luck in the contest!
edit: don't get so excited you can't spell... moron... just talking to myself
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