In shadows deep where serpents coil,
Medusaâs eyes with sorrow boil.
A curse bestowed by gods unkind,
Her beauty lost, her fate confined.
Once a maiden, pure and bright,
Her laughter echoed through the night.
Betrayed by love, her heart did break,
Now stone remains in her wake.
In solitude, she weaves her pain,
Her tears like rain on marble stain.
A monsterâs mask, a soul in chains,
In silence, all her grief remains.
Yet in her gaze, a story lies,
Of love and loss, beneath the skies.
Medusa’s myth, a darkened lore,
A heart that yearns forevermore.