My curse…
I’m the crone Goddess 
in my dreadful skin
I’m the one and the three
with a mortal faith
I’m Medousa

I’m the Gorgon 
carved in the temple of Didyma

I’m the Mistress 
of the West Gate of Death 
I’m the guardian 
of the underworld of deads
I’m the mistress

of cold twilight and all beasts

From the right vein

I give back the life again
And from my left side
I will give you death and pain.
Call me daughter, sister,
queen or even God
With my silent sight
I turn to stone
the human flesh

Framed by..
Light and snake..
It’s not the venom..
But the glare..
Stop the blood..
In your veins..
There is the silence..
In my marble reign..

Rising from the ghastly fog
When the daylight has gone
You can call my name
And I will come…
I’m Medousa