By Nikki
Date: 23 June 2000

Medusa

The setting sun
lengthens the shadows
and as the wind lifts
the fiery strands of hair
errant curls look more
like snakes of the 
Medusa head.
Turn away, Men,
else the vile despair,
     not evil,
in this wretched soul
turn unsuspecting hearts
     BLACK,
sucking hope, 
and with it, life,
from once warm bodies.
Ashen statues
take the place of 
would be suitors
forming a twisted garden
of stone and misplaced love.
Survey your surroundings
     Evil sorceress,
and take one last look
at the damage you have wrought.
Slink back to your
cold dank world,
your bitter tears
watering the grounds
as you retire,
     once more,
        ALONE.

NL 06/23/00