Medusa once had
A smile so beautiful
Her gaze was as
Addictive as Blues
Yet
The men that swallowed that pill
Are still standing in stone
They drown each night
As the tide rises and falls
On the beach that surrounds her home
Their first few steps began
Their eternal stay with her
Old age can also be
A lot like Athena’s curse
Inward beauty
Is the only beauty that lasts
I’ve seen this
The ones that age with grace
Beam bright with happiness
In the end
For they’ve lived
With love in their heart
Not having to possess the world
Or profit from its possessing
I’ve seen the other side as well
The ones incapable of love
They age with hate
With bitterness
Never letting go of their grudges
In time, their aura will be much like Medusa’s
Their hair, slithering serpents
Their mouth full of needle tip teeth
With a slippery forked tongue
Tasting the air
Claws as sharp as barbwire
Maybe they’re as blind as Medusa?
For, she still sees herself as beautiful
Never understanding why
She turns men to stone
Maybe part of her curse was only
Seeing perfection in her refection?
Maybe, just maybe
That’s why she still smiles
With her scaly grin
Like the ones with hate in their heart
Having to own everything
Even the approval of others
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