In shadows deep, where whispers lie,
Medusa’s gaze turns hearts to stone.
Her beauty once a gentle sigh,
Now lost beneath the serpents’ moan.
A tragic tale of mortal’s spite,
In Athena’s wrath, her curse was born.
Once fair and bright, now endless night,
A visage feared, forever torn.
Her eyes, a mirror of her fate,
Reflect the sorrow and the pain.
Each serpent’s hiss a mournful state,
Of freedom lost, a life in vain.
Yet in her heart, a flicker glows,
A silent plea for peace and grace.
Beyond the stone, her spirit knows,
The gentle touch of time’s embrace.