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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Amongst myths and legends shadow realm, Dwells an ancient evil. Beneath temples walls, and shattered ruins, Beware mortals of what lies within the, Burnt offerings wreckage. In a hushed stilled silence, a figure lingers, On the outer edges farthest fringes, In the dark recess of humanity's night terror, Lurks a demon a demonic priestess, Called Medusa. Reptilians fork tongue of darkness’s, Grand design, Listen not be deaf to her sweet melodies Enchantment. She slithers side by side as a rattle snake, Moving in for its killing strike. A hooded cobra lies behind emerald green eyes, Laughing with sheer fiendish delights pleasure. Deadliest of Lucifer's mistresses, she alone. Waits for her next victim to enter, This dead mans trap. Frozen in that last tangible moment of existence, Life depictions stone guardians, seemingly alive are Poised in eerie poses. Cement warriors with swords drawn and Shields raised remain in battles stance. A chilling realization is fears last expression, Daring fools whom see death's reflection Staring right back at them in the dark. Fleshes accursed immortalized within These statues of stone. Fortune does not favor the foolhardy, It punishes them by tortuous means. A doubled edge blade placed in mortal, Hands does not always yield a hero, or Conqueror. Step ever so lightly, keep all weapons, Close at hand. Heroic deeds deny you this adventurous tail. For in the hollows depth no spirit escapes, In her garden most evil, Beware the wrath of Medusa. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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