The Beauty of Medusa
This is a poem inspired by the mythological story of Medusa, I love the idea of a demon women of snakes, so I wanted to create a twist of the tale as if through her own eyes.
A mirror sits within my chambers, while an oil lamp burns, illuminating the way of the dark cave, the tomb which I call my home.
Once I walked like any other mortal women, a daughter of a rich merchant but my beauty was known all around, with my golden curls and natural glowing skin, for my beauty challenged all other women but little did I care.
But with a jealous heart as my beauty challenged that of Athena, she cursed me with all spite for my own vanity and cursed beauty, forcing me to slide and crawl along the ground, half snake half women.
My once golden hair of curls, now venomous serpents that hiss and spit, although I'm still beautiful no man wishes to see me, for now no man can love me or admire my beauty, for I am cursed to be Medusa the demon serpent, cursed for my beauty and vanity any way that catches my gaze are little more than stone statues that litter my tomb.
And oh how I welcome death, please hero of the gods hurry, come slay me from my cursed life.
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