Medusa

Medusa she open her heart wide to the vast illusion called life in a variation of a dream she will scream the twilight sun has tainted her inner vision, hands, face & lips... A sought after excursion of her heartfelt memory of her past, Alone she thinks of the quaint memories to long ago, shelter lies dormant amidst its beckoning plow; She dances in a ring of fire yet throws off its challenge with a shrug her powers are from Zues of long ago, making a premonition of fortune telling... She comes from a kingdom near the sea A glance of kings & queens and trolls in the meager existence Empties her ideals in a shard of glass, Dragons lurks around her heavenly abode a flame of passion in a sincere covet eyes, lips & hands, She looks at life through the lens of death her salvation is a longing quest of self discovery as she approaches her own heaven's door