Born of sea and storm, under darkened skies,
Medusa’s gaze, where once there were cries.
Turned by the gods, her beauty to bane,
Now she stands alone, with her sorrow and pain.

Medusa, once wronged, now feared in the night,
Goddess of stone, in your eyes, hidden light.
With snakes for your crown and a heart turned to stone,
Your curse is your armor, in solitude, you've grown.

Each lock of her hair, a serpent that hisses,
Guarding her secrets, her dreams, and her wishes.
A fortress around her, no mortal dare breach,
Her story, a lesson, that time will now teach.

Misunderstood, in the silence of her lair,
Whispers of power, floating in the air.
A guardian of mysteries, keeper of the deep,
In the gaze of the lost, the secrets she keeps.

Medusa, once wronged, now feared in the night,
Goddess of stone, in your eyes, hidden light.
With snakes for your crown and a heart turned to stone,
Your curse is your armor, in solitude, you've grown.

Look deeper, past the stories told in fright,
Find the woman within, grasping for the light.
In the ruins of her temple, the truth might yet be found,
Medusa, once a queen, before the crown fell down.