Medusa
In shadows deep, where moonlight fades,
Dwells Medusa, in her cursed glade,
Her gaze, a weapon forged by spite,
Yet in her heart, a silent night.
Once fair and free, with locks of gold,
Now serpents twist where beauty cold
Enchains her soul in bitter strife,
Her power, a curse that steals her life.
The marble forms of men who dared,
In frozen awe, their fate declared,
A kindom built of stone anf fear,
But none to hold her close, none near.
For in her eyes, where wrath is found,
lies lonelieness, a depth unbound,
A queen in solitude, she reigns,
Her heart, the source of all her pains.
Oh, to be seen, not as a beast,
To find in love a single feast,
But power turns to endless night,
And leaves her cold in morning’s light.
The stars above, they weep for thee,
Medusa. lost in tragedy,
For in thy strength, the world does cower,
Yet in thy heart, there blooms a flower.
A rose of grief, with petals torn,
A beauty lost, forever mourned,
In shadown deep, where moonlight fades,
Medusa weeps in cursed glades.