Medusa

Tyler Drag

Poor Medusa.

She’s all alone.

She had a lover,

But he turned to stone.

Now, he’s a statue

And no good to her.

So, she walks away sadly

And leaves him for the birds.

She’s starting to feel lonely

And even slightly cursed.

She thinks, “what’s wrong with me?

Truly, I’m hurt.”

“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.”

Then she remembers

Her responsibilities.

She still has a little one

And smiles nervously.

But, she can’t help but wonder

What could have been

If this fateful romance

Never began