the NYMPH - medusa

Medusa, The Myth Unfold - Poem by Xelam Kan

 

Suspend for a while your sense of query,

I am to tell you an old tragic story

Revealed unto my solemn heart

A myth that was wrongfully taught

In a far land of ancient Greece

Dwelt a highland lass in peace,

Fairer than Helen was she, in appearance

I, in lines few reveal unto you

Her virtue and her acquaintance.

 

Gentle to all young and old

By heaven and earth she was extolled,

In youth she served the goddess`s temple

From soul to heart was innocent ample,

Vanity and vengeance from a heavenly figure*

Eroded the life of this maiden fair,

For the sin of temptation of heavenly race**

She was cursed and horridly deface

With venomous vipers, rattling around her neck,

That turned a being into rock

With her noxious gaze and look.

 

The anguish that never had quenched

A fragrance that turned into a stinky stench,

As she refused the gods to be wench.

A rustic figure with crying heart

Ah! Demon and monster she was thought.

 

Her cheer and bloom

Melted like a mist and made her gloom,

Her sole recreation in that dreadful park

Was to scrub and scratched dust from rock.

For years of infinity

She was blest with malevolent charity

Till Perseus the Demi-god

Beheaded her and ceased her life odd.

Done