From the sky she fell
Just kidding her soul she did sell
She's full of hate
She guards the gate
To the firey realms of Hell.
Her voice is of a screech
It's pitch no one can reach
Many fall to their doom
By her voice, to their tomb
Few ever live to tell.

A warrior must soon arise
To end the beast's demise
They must over power
Her thrill to devour
And claim her head for prize.
Her rein must come to end
Or forever we must defend
From kitties and pitties
Gargoyles in cities
Or retreat our life to the sky.