I am Medusa,
The one with the stone gaze.
You look into my eyes
And turn into stones;
Stone statues that once breathed the
fire of life.
You cease to breathe;
Yet you do not die.
You are just statues
Reminding me of a cursed life,
A life that is doomed to eternal
solitude.
The serpents adorning my head make me
twitch;
Fear oozing down my spine;
Crawling creatures hissing in my
ears,
Never letting me sleep.
You say you fear me;
I say I fear myself.
I wish I could turn myself into a
stone.
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