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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ""AH, but their anger is not a small thing Where their fury demands its own fullness They stink of pain and death, long blacken wings" Their tormenting stings pure hell nothing less."" -- RJL quote-1973 See all In Greek and Roman mythology, the Furies, also known as the Erinyes, were female spirits of justice and vengeance12345. They were created from the blood of Uranus, the god of the sky, when he was wounded by his own son with an adamantine sickle3. The Furies punished those who had committed crimes against the physical and moral order of things, especially those who had murdered family members1245. They were described as having bat-like wings, black skin, foul odors, and hair tangled with serpents3. The Furies lived in the underworld and tortured the damned when not punishing wrongdoers on earth1..... The Tale Of The Hero That Fought The Furies What fool courts the anger of Furies' wrath Wherein man's flesh is filled with huge boils They that rest and play on unrighteous path There in darkened pits, whipped in toil Vipers tossed in to give deadly bites And scorpions added for burning stings All fun for furies on hideous nights Pity those used as their little play things Down in black, wherein demons learn to play And devilish imps dance their way around Victims cry out foul curses, so they say Furies delight, sell their flesh by the pound Few have ever the Furies dared taunt In cells where pain and cursing only sound They beg a water cup as their one want. One must ask why no heroes there tread Is not their job to tackle such bad wrongs This man has never ever such tales read Never in singings nor heroic song! Yet the Furies are too busy to boast They waste no time in tortures and hangings Using fire to burn crying flesh to toast Never defeated nor ever defanging Yet demons and imps playmates they use well As men and women writhe in agony Crying, why are we in this living hell Furies plan each party as a symphony All that dark has never been defeated Truth, their victims life not ever cheated Furies this poet their madness reveals As my way lost, our god now so heals I swear my sword and shield to come to thee And if a hero I can truly be I fear not thy wicked cuts and deep stings Nor thy use of those red-hot burning brands And should my deeds be that which some may sing So be that truth, across all these lands Hold this true fact, I do this to be just Tho' my oath may be a heroes decree I do now only that thing which I must And I do so to live life well and free Whether my fight ends in my victory Care not my name goes down in history
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