Harpy Poem by Whitney Stevens

Oh great Harpy of the skies
Wings of love and wings of pain
Set upon me your greedy eyes

Your mere gaze is my own prize
Falling down like drops of rain
Oh great harpy of the skies

I know where your passion lies,
That which is my mortal bane
Set upon me your greedy eyes

I may not be the most wise
Nor one from which you would gain
Oh great harpy of the skies

But if you ask then I shall rise
Though it may not leave me sane
Set upon me your greedy eyes

Have you not heard my cries?
Not listened to my constant strain?
Oh great harpy of the skies
Set upon me your greedy eyes