A striga poem

by Mitzi Eriksen

A poem about the foul female beast also known as the striga. The poem describes the features and the creation of the striga, as well as how the curse of the striga can be lifted.

A striga poem:

When the night is dark and the moon is set,

out comes this monstrous pet.

In the light of the moon you can see its head,

a sight so grim like nothing you have ever met.

It's described as a creator of the night,

with a disfigured body and a deadly bite.

It's filled with hatred towards all mankind,

with an urge for flesh or what it may find.

But how can such an abomination when exist?,

this is where the story takes a gruesome twist.

It's the creation of a terrible curse,

casted by whom who wished it the worst.

It's casted onto a woman or a childbirth near,

the victim may differ, but the intension is clear.

But truth be told every woman or girl may be in danger,

as the spell can be said by an acquaintance or a stranger.

Striga is the name of this transformed female beast,

keep your distance or you may be her very first feast.

Behold the curse can be lifted,

but the pure girls mind may forever have shifted.

If you make her life your fateful quest,

your sword and amour must be put to a rest.

To break the curse time and derivation you must provide,

so, by the third crowing of the rooster she cannot return to her hide.

When the sunlight strikes the immense features you may have banished,

but the animal instinct in her will never have vanished.