Fallen Medusa
"That Medusa freezes millions of
people to stone; no sense of
morals," the newscaster speaks with
disgust.
Femme fatale, seductress, insidious: serves
her right. That's what they all say.
Tainted by the sea god
The wise Medusa is no longer
chaste.
Filled with anger, she freezes Poseidon into congealed
stone.
Her designer-filled closet now only consists of an orange
suit.
Her spacious room with a luxurious chandelier is
now a tiny cell shared with another woman.
She raises her voice to defend her actions
only to be drowned out by a crowd of
accusers.
The beautiful Medusa no longer smiles but is now
filled with vengeance.
Cruel Society changed her.
Slained, Medusa no longer exists.
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