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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Sep 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.17.16.19.28026]] |
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Oh Medusa, you terrified me, snakes hissing fangs dripping your own venom, and I dreamed of you taking my lover, touching him as only I had. And now? Now you are dead to me, because I had the courage to look into a hero's shield and see that face at last. How can you have frightened me, with those dead eyes, devoid of human emotion, how could I have feared you would offer to best me, when you are dried, withered, old in spirit, when there is nothing to you that is the warm sweet juice of woman, or the heat that is passion fresh pressed from the breast? Oh, you have no power Medusa, though your blood is battery acid, and you may turn men to stone, but you never enchanted this woman--- to more than anger, and now, pity. |