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.