In shadows deep where silence reigns,
A figure stands, her beauty claimed,
By curses dark and serpents’ hiss,
Her gaze a doom, a deadly kiss.
Once a maiden, fair and bright,
Eyes that sparkled, heart so light,
Until the gods with cruel disdain,
Cast her fate in endless pain.
Her hair, a writhing serpent’s nest,
Her heart, a sorrowed, aching chest,
In solitude, she stands alone,
A tragic queen on a throne of stone.
Yet in her eyes, a story told,
Of love and loss, of heart grown cold,
Medusa’s gaze, not mere demise,
But tales of pain, beneath the skies.