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Medusa

Tyler Drag

Poor Medusa.

She’s all alone.

She had a lover,

But he turned to stone.

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Now, he’s a statue

And no good to her.

So, she walks away sadly

And leaves him for the birds.

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She’s starting to feel lonely

And even slightly cursed.

She thinks, “what’s wrong with me?

Truly, I’m hurt.”

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“I have the worst luck

Again, and again

Or maybe it’s on purpose

And I ruin what I can.”

 

“Maybe it’s my hair,

The snakes do bite,

Or that idiot Perseus

Always trying to fight.”

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Then she remembers

Her responsibilities.

She still has a little one

And smiles nervously.

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But, she can’t help but wonder

What could have been

If this fateful romance

Never began

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