In a realm where shadows dance and whispers remain,
Lies the tale of Medusa, forever in pain.
Her gaze, a curse, a chilling sight,
Turning all to stone in the dead of night.
Once a beauty, now a symbol of dread,
Her serpentine locks, her soul’s thread.
Alone she wanders, in a world so cold,
A tragic story, forever told.
Her heart, though hardened, yearns for grace,
In the silent echoes of her forsaken place.
The stars above, indifferent and high,
Reflect her sorrow, as they light the sky.
Yet in her eyes, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope in the endless night.
For even in darkness, one may find,
The strength to break the chains that bind.