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