“’Lord all mighty, I need your saving!

Medusa’s curse art for the taking!’

They always hateth mine unique skill,

And thou art here prepareth for the kill.”

 

“Hell to Medusa! Hell to Medusa!”

The crowd damned thee to the depths

And then thou yelled “Oh hallelujah”

And medusa has fallen- to the depths of hell.

 

As Medusa’s head flew miles

She wondered where she hath gone wrong

She only turned people into stone piles

She just wanted friends to tag along.

 

She looked back to days of future past

Mistakes hath been made of course, not uniquely

All thou villagers aren’t so contrast

After all Medusa was murdered violently.

 

And so the tale cometh to a close

As Medusa’s eyes look so dead and stony

A lot like the stone she once adored

Woe to the tale that ended in irony.

-Benjamin Sanits