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Medusa once had charms; to gain her love A rival crowd of envious lovers strove. They, who have seen her, own, they ne'er did trace More moving features in a sweeter face. Yet above all, her length
of hair, they own, In golden ringlets wav'd, and graceful shone.

– Ovid, Metamorphoses

Submitted: April 25, 2018

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Submitted: April 25, 2018




Illusions of the mind

Grandeur ink stains without sips of wine

Intoxicating fables

Vengeance of turned tables

Masks slipped of human betrayals

Meaningless life as she escapes from the pits of hell

Reaching out for twinkling stars

Whispers of relents heard from afar

Ride the Pale Horse of such painted pride

Galloping the trail of seductive lies


Define the odds of life’s complicity

Unemotional to understand idioms of simplicity 

Marble chiseled statue has stood so strong

Glass heart shattered, when life plays her song

Breakable, oh no, destruction in her path as she now patrols

Walking the earth as she wickedly trolls

Enclosed of shallowness, heart of no soul

Medusa, as she stands so proud

Shh, don’t even make a hush sound

Please, don’t stare, or you will be eternally alone

If captured, your heart instantly turns to stone

Venomous in deeds, slithering around the globe

Festering as one, who deeply probes  

Close your eyes as you whisper in glee

Watch the sultriness of her voice until you flee

Oh yes, this Mystical Greek Creature, is very real

Various souls have escaped, by words swallowed of its bitter pill

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