Me, Medusa

by lonewolfpoetry

 

I wallow and wait

in my desolate cave

awaiting my fate,

beauty’s slave.

Me, Medusa

with hair made of snakes.

.

I yearn for a gaze,

I crave just a glance,

but my eyes ablaze

only freeze their stance.

Me, Medusa

with hair made of snakes.

.

I cry for these statues

once vibrant lives

I did not choose

to have eyes like knives.

Me, Medusa

with hair made of snakes.

.

I did not concede

to this evil spell

just a mirror I need

to assign me to hell.

Me, Medusa

with hair made of snakes.

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