In shadows deep where legends lie,Medusa waits with serpent’s sigh,Her eyes, a mirror of ancient lore,A tale of beauty lost evermore.Once a maiden with golden grace,A cruel twist sealed her fate’s embrace,From ocean’s depths to temple’s stone,Her heart, a fortress, cold and alone.Beneath the moon, her whispers call,To those who seek beyond the wall,In tangled dreams and muted cries,The truth in her sorrowful eyes.Yet in the end, her story’s breath,Speaks not of anger, nor of death,But of a soul misunderstood,A silent plea from the cursed wood.