"Snake charming, her wild thrill,
A dance to stave off life’s chill.
Chipped tooth, lips a bold red,
Graffiti heart, hips moving to a thread.
Young Medusa, in love’s tender glow,
His handsome heart, her tender tow.
Fate, the cruel jest of the art,
He ran with a lion tamer, filthy tart!
She sought cold whispers among her snakes,
Tried to mend the heart that aches.
But jealousy, a venom, seeped within,
Its bitter olive branch, a searing hot kin.
So, Young Medusa began to change,
The shadows of Hades, no longer strange.
Her heart once warm, now a cold stone,
In serpent coils, she sat alone.
Her gaze, a narrative of love's demise,
A bitter chill in emerald eyes.
Now Medusa, with vipers twined in mane,
A tragic figure, love's sweet pain.
From charming sweet to feared and cold,
A tale of heartbreak, ancient, bold."
