Medusa: A Snake Conservationist
A beauty never forgotten from even a glance.
Not a chance could anyone compare to the glorious
love and anger dancing in her eyes.
For she is a true snake lover.
To her, snakes are misunderstood.
No matter the beauty of each hue,
they are hunted out of disgust and fear.
Out of sheer love and kindness, she pursues
the safety and well-being of her snake friends.
And if one dares to kill one of her babies,
she'll turn them to stone,
for they'll reap exactly what they've sown.
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