Beware the squawk of the Lilliey Byrd,
Her nose hooked like a beak,
With teeth both knarled and twisted,
To only a few she’ll ever speak.
Beware the shadow of the Lilliey Byrd,
Her skin is covered in feathers,
And her eye can see without hindrance,
No chain on Earth can tether.
Beware the will of the Lilliey Byrd,
Her feet grow claws that tear,
Spell and spear all fall short of piercing,
Her hide can withstand without scare.
Fearsome does as fearsome wishes,
The Lilliey Byrd doles out Death’s Kisses,
We’ll never know why or where she came,
Pray she never squawks your name.