Medusa
Lore has it, I was a maiden of poise.
Goddess Athena had mercy
and I was her maiden.
Lore has it, I was a miscreant.
Poseidon,
Oh, Neptune!
You marred me,
you defiled me,
you ravished me.
Had to beg for the mercy of the mother,
Oh, Minerva!
You knew it,
didn't you see?
I, your child was righteous,
innocent.
Oh, Athena!
You had no mercy,
neither of a goddess nor of a mother
or of a woman,
mercy.
My locks were no more beguiling,
you gave me the ropes of poison,
slithering snakes.
My eyes were not enchanting then,
they were malice,
malice enough,
enough to turn the flesh of mortal
hard, cold, dead and of stone.
I was trapped in the flesh of atrocious creature.
Lore has it, I was a monster.
Why not?
A misjudged victim was me,
a victim of the pride of two immortals.
Lore has it, I was killed.
Annihilated by the mortal son of Zeus.
I left the flesh and head behind,
but my soul still subsist.
I seek vengeance,
from the Gods.
04/08/23














