Sonnet to Medusa

Medusa, queen of Gorgons, I am proud

to hold you: my possession, victory.

I stroke the serpents falling from your head,

admire the wings of gold you wore which shine.

How wonderful you were to sacrifice

your claws of bronze and figure lithe for me.


How sad you had to disrespect my queen

for wise Athena loves us loyal men.

Alas, you are my triumph all the same:

my prize, my source of never-ending fame.  

I do regret the fact I used a shield

to gaze at you but pray forgive me, love.


Decapitating you was great - immensely fun:

you're wonderful, my dear, beloved one.

The End

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