Medusa

Each moon rising comes, a dreaded, unending battle
My nemesis which slithers, silently to my chambers
Deprived of Athena’s shield and Hermes’ winged heel,
I struggle each night to bring, Medusa to keel
I deny her passion, so I deny myself thus
Her fire burns for me, her embrace, I sometimes lust
Each night we fight, an elusive battle,
Where with all the strength in my soul,
I resist her beckoning finger,
So doing, I temper my fortitude’s mettle
But…I am not, and will never be, an avenging Perseus

Soon, her sensual alluring shall end
When I hold her severed head, in my victorious hand
When I face her, in all her totality
When I deny no longer, this duality in unity
For I am her and she is me,
To avoid each other, it will no longer be
I shall face and slay her, so hidden in the day,
Or I shall yield to her gaze… and shattered thus I lay

Medusa