In the dark of ancient woods, she weeps alone,
A cursed gaze that turned the hearts to stone.
Once a beauty with a radiant grace,
Now a shadow with a deadly embrace.
Whispers in the night, they say she weeps,
A tangled fate in the silence she keeps.
Her eyes can turn a hero's dreams to dust,
In the shadows, lost in sorrow and trust.
Stone and sorrow, Medusa's tale,
A heart turned cold where love could fail.
Gazing deep into the endless night,
Becoming statues in the fading light.
Stone and sorrow, a curse so dire,
Frozen in the echoes of her dark desire.
In the moonlight, every glance she fears,
A life of stillness through the endless years.
Heroes came and fell beneath her stare,
In her sorrow, no escape, no prayer.
Lost in the legends, lost in the past,
A fleeting hope that never seemed to last.
Her gaze is a labyrinth of stone and tears,
A timeless curse that binds her through the years.
Stone and sorrow, Medusa's tale,
A heart turned cold where love could fail.
Gazing deep into the endless night,
Becoming statues in the fading light.
Stone and sorrow, a curse so dire,
Frozen in the echoes of her dark desire.
In the mirror of her eyes, reflections fade,
A world of stone where dreams are laid.
Trapped in silence, a scream unheeded,
In her gaze, all hopes are defeated.
Stone and sorrow, Medusa's tale,
A heart turned cold where love could fail.
Gazing deep into the endless night,
Becoming statues in the fading light.
Stone and sorrow, a curse so dire,
Frozen in the echoes of her dark desire.
In the twilight of her shattered past,
Medusa's gaze forever cast.
A world of stone, a world of pain,
Her sorrow etched in every chain.