In shadows deep where serpents weave,
She stands alone with eyes that grieve.
A woman cursed by fate unkind,
Her beauty lost, her heart confined.
Beneath the stars, her whispers sigh,
A lonely song that fills the sky.
Each glance she casts turns hearts to stone,
A tragic queen on a shattered throne.
Once a maiden with dreams so bright,
Now shunned by day, embraced by night.
Her soul a tapestry of pain,
In silent tears, she breaks the chain.
Yet in the dark, she finds her grace,
A timeless dance in a timeless place.
Medusa’s gaze, both fierce and fair,
A legend woven in moonlit air.