MEDUSA

MEDUSA

MEDUSA TURNS AROUND AND WALKS INTO THE CAVE.

THE NIGHT HAS FALLEN, THE MOON, HIDING BEHIND STORMY CLOUDS.

SHE CAN HEAR THE SEA, SHE CAN TASTE THE SALTY DROPS MOISTENING HER LIPS,

WHEN THE WAVES CRASH IN THE ROUGH BOULDERS OF THE CLIFF.

SHE STUMBLES, AND GRABS THE COLD AND LIFELESS ARM

OF ONE OF THE WARRIORS TURNED INTO STONE.

SADNESS OVERCOMES HER.

WHY EVERYBODY WANTS HER DEAD?

IS THERE SOMEONE WHO CAN IMAGINE THE FEAR SHE FEELS,

EVERY TIME SHE SPOTS A BOAT, LIKE A BLACK SPECK OF EVIL ON THE HORIZON?

THE HORRIFYING SENSE OF DOOM?

AND AFTERWARD,

THE RAGE FROM IMPOTENCE, REALIZING HER DESTINY DESTROYED?...
THE ANGER?....

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SHE'S STILL BEAUTIFUL.

DESPITE THE SNAKES ON HER HAIR

AND THE COLD AND FATAL STARE OF HER DARK- BLUE EYES.

SHE LONGS FOR THE LOVING AND CARING EMBRACE OF MEN.

THEIR POWERFUL ARMS.

THE PASSION AND THE LUST.

INTOXICANT ALLURE,

INEBRIATING DESIRE IN THEIR EYES.

AND WHERE IS POSEIDON?

WASN'T HE SO MUCH IN LOVE WITH HER?

SHE FEELS THE TWO SIBLINGS IN HER WOMB, MOVING RESTLESSLY,

HER BEAUTIFUL BODY SWOLLEN BY PREGNANCY.

WHAT WILL BECOME TO THESE SEMI-GODS TO BE ?

THE FUTURE IS AS DARK AS THE MOONLESS NIGHT THAT COVERS HER DISGRACE.

WITH HER EYES FULL OF TEARS,

SHE MOVES ON ,SWALLOWED BY THE DEEPEST DARKNESS OF THE CAVE.

IN DESPAIR, SHE HITS THE DAMP AND SLIPPERY WALLS WITH HER OPEN HANDS,

WHILE THE VIPERS ON HER HEAD HISS AND RATTLE WILDLY.

SHE OPENS HER MOUTH,

NOT ONLY TO BREATH ,BUT TO GIVE A SHARP CRY

OF ANGUISH AND GRIEF,

THAT ECHOES IN THE VAST AND DESOLATED VAULT
OF HER FORLORN DWELLING.