Harridan

Your clothes are flimsy as rags With dirt’s that stench the air Your skin are dry and creaky Like a bread that lost its touch Your mouth always quick to speak With a voice sounding like drums Despised in the land of everywhere Wanted in the company of no one Oh harridan avert from thy ways Your heart is like the moon borrowing the light of the sun You feed on the happiness of men Just because you hunger for war You thirst for the blood of a child So the mother will feel the ache You wonder in the valley called pain And find rest in the waters of gyp Oh harridan repel thy doom to come Your path leads to a destructive end That smitten the lives of the innocent Your thoughts are like soured milk Leaving a tart taste to the soul of a lass I cry out to you oh deceitful woman Your end will be as bitter as gall I bawl out to you oh vicious one Your pit is as deep as an abyss Oh harridan deter for your ruin is near