[Carry a wooden stake.] <br /> <br />Nothing escapes her raptor's heart <br />or tempers her malign regret: <br />Medusan stares transfix, condemn <br />her casualties to caves of blame. <br /> <br />Her hawkheart strikes without remorse: <br />it never seems to her perverse <br />to shriek at will, suspect the worse, <br />and sink her talons deep as a curse.<br /><br />William F Dougherty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-hawkheart/
