MedusaMedusaMedusa by Will-of-the-spurr
The raven beauty which this great tale doth recall,
Fair-cheeked Medusa, whose light had shone on all,
Far and wide; Athena’s maid was she, of night kiss’d
Hair, blood lipp’d, snow skinn’d; never lovers miss’d
Her innocent smile, her legs such as those of deer,
Her emerald, glittering eyes drew many near.
In Minos’ Crete, in Pylos town, young Medusa
Tended the high goddess of war, great Athena,
Her statue, with proud leonine mane unfurl’d
On a rampant horse stood, proud queen, and saw, and heard
Her priestess’ chaste devotion, her pure love.
But, one bleak and steeled eve, the sea god look’d
At one full glance, his ragged blue beard wildly shak’d
Gaz’d in the crystal, shining mirror on his wall,
And perceiv’d (he thought) the fairest of them all.
He conspir’d to make much of her, his fier’d blood
Was riled, his eyes were maelstroms, he had thus spied love!
His teeth like the Sickle his father Kro