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The Fallen Hag
Vanity came swiftly to the sirens of old
Her name was inconsequential, never to be told
Hair that wrapped her waist, her legs and in between
A sight for gods to behold, she was a their queen
Years along the sandy shores, luring man after man
Singing nothing of life, just her shell and her tan
The fellows would come and stroke her curly mess
Making her feel sick, she revolted the madness
She screamed out to angels and gods alike
“Take this curse from me, let me see the light!”
The gods did as she requested; taking her beauty and charm
Leaving her haggard, disgusting and suddenly alarmed
She had not wanted it to be like this
Only to have a brain, simplicity and not to be missed
Days dragged on, while her mind maintained the same
Nothing to do but pick at scabs and curse their godly names
On a cold day without the shield of the myth there
She no longer had the warmth of her long onyx hair
That chilly night she met her end, blue in face
With no one at all, rotting in that very same place
Her legend was not that she left as a queen
She was remembered for being haggard and mean
- by Private Sweetpea |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/08/2008 |
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- Title: The Fallen Hag
- Artist: Private Sweetpea
- Description: A poem about the age old dispute of beauty versus brains.
- Date: 10/08/2008
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