Deep underwater in a shaft surrounded by dangerous creatures you'll find this bow.
It was abandoned by harpies, angered that they could not destroy the thing. Seek the
harpies that circle the sea.
A fool and his bow are soon parted.
Above they fly, round and round
Never coming close to ground.
Frustration, anger, and thorough dismay
About wood and twine that not give way;
Distraught they were, so in they dropped.
Sink it did and never stopped.
Head and foot did make grab,
But in that barrel would not I stab.
For dozens same they are to see,
Benthic dwelling and roaming free.