Like Medusa, she turned his love into stone
His marbled heart grew hard, spite her beauty
Spite her gripes and all groans, spite her bemoan
Begrudge his eye, venomous, part pity
She sipped upon seduction’s tonic mix
She drank from the well of charm and allure
Beguiled and entrapped by her lover’s tricks
Guilty the lone, hers to him, she is sure
He couldn’t look into the monster’s eyes
Or into the demise of his ego
Nor did he need see the death of his pride
This they must part, this he knew they should go
Like Medusa, she turned his love into stone
His Empress of power has been, dethroned
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