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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