We known as harpy’s torment mortal like pestering flies
Are wings are torn with memory of animal kill
Are beaks curved like assassin dagger
My talents take hold of earthly colours, and return it with dense
black skies
My cry is the rattle of sandstorm
My feathers dipped in black snake venom and white tears of heavens
angels
My eyes possessed of Gilla monster saliva
My sight is only the unfortunate of things
We are the hail of black arrows
We, the eyes of an Orochi dragon
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