In shadowed depths where whispers dwell,
Medusa’s tale begins to swell,
A beauty cursed, a heart confined,
In serpents’ coils, her fate entwined.

Once radiant with grace and charm,
Her visage now a cause for alarm,
A gaze that turns the bold to stone,
In solitude, she stands alone.

The myths recall her tragic plight,
A soul condemned to endless night,
Yet in her eyes, a story told,
Of love and loss, of hearts grown cold.

Beneath the scales, a heart does beat,
Longing for a world where she might greet,
The sunlit skies, the ocean’s roar,
To find the peace she knew before.