In shadows deep where serpents coil,
Lies a maiden cursed by fate,
Her gaze a spell, a deadly toil,
Turning hearts to stone, love to hate.
Once a beauty, fair and bright,
Now a myth in tales of dread,
Her hair a writhing, hissing sight,
A crown upon a tragic head.
Beneath the curse, a soul still yearns,
For freedom from her stony cage,
In silent agony, she burns,
A victim of a god’s cruel rage.
Yet in her eyes, a story told,
Of pain and sorrow, loss and fear,
The legend of Medusa bold,
A timeless echo we still hear.