The Harpy, Celaeno

“The Harpy, Celaeno,” read the brochure. “The Dark One, the Duskbird. She heralds the coming of true Night; she is the End of our world. On display by special arrangement at the Midnight Carnival.” 

I could feel her cool regard from the shadows of the cage. She hated me, a hatred as pure as joy. She cast hate like a shadow. 

“Why?” I whispered. I shivered in the summer air, and dared draw no closer. “Why do you hate us?”

She smiled. “Because my heart is broken,” she whispered back.

The Harpy, Celaeno

Oil on canvas, 31.5"x52", 2022.
For Sale: price on request