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BY POSEIDON
I loved Medusa when she was a child, / Her rich brown tresses heaped in crispy curl / Where now those locks with reptile passion whirl, / By hate into dishevelled serpents coiled. / I loved Medusa when her eyes were mild, / Whose glances, narrowed now, perdition hurl, / As her self-tangled hairs their mass unfurl, / Bristling the way she turns with hissings wild.
Her mouth I kissed when curved with amorous spell, / Now shaped to the unuttered curse of hell, / Wide open for death's orbs to freeze upon; / Her eyes I loved ere glazed in icy stare, / Ere mortals, lured into their ruthless glare, / She shrivelled in her gaze to pulseless stone.