The Harpies

They swoop in with treacherous
black wings of death
screaming their woeful ballad

"You must give in to us!"
"You must obey, else you are
nothing!"
"Do that which your mind
argues
against--"
"The right, the good be damned,
be lost!"

Wicked beasts on their
aerie of depression and
paranoia

They feed on lesser men,
but they shall not
feed
on me!

This with every grain of
my soul do I resist

The battle carries on...