"Snake charming, her wild thrill, A dance to stave off life’s chill.

Chipped tooth, lips a bold red, Graffiti heart, hips moving to a thread.

Young Medusa, in love’s tender glow, His handsome heart, her tender tow.

Fate, the cruel jest of the art, He ran with a lion tamer, filthy tart!

She sought cold whispers among her snakes, Tried to mend the heart that aches.

But jealousy, a venom, seeped within, Its bitter olive branch, a searing hot kin.

So, Young Medusa began to change, The shadows of Hades, no longer strange.

Her heart once warm, now a cold stone, In serpent coils, she sat alone.

Her gaze, a narrative of love's demise, A bitter chill in emerald eyes.

Now Medusa, with vipers twined in mane, A tragic figure, love's sweet pain.

From charming sweet to feared and cold, A tale of heartbreak, ancient, bold."