This loves makes men of boys and little girls of women This love is quiet but ever-present This love is born from vengeance but blooms with sincerity
... the Hawk Woman has come for you, and She does not take kindly to refusal. Can you hear Her screeching in the storm? You might mistake Her for a Banshee if you were to miss the befeathered locks and temple-dancer adornments. No, this woman is no Banshee, but She has no warm, maternal arms ...