She will bewitch you, if you stare.
Behold her beauty, if you dare.
She’s a sultry, Grecian mystery
straight out of Greek mythology.
Her hair of entwined snakes
ensnares all the men she dates.
She watches you intently
from eyes that are unfriendly.
Come closer, she won’t bite.
Never look at her in fright.
They call her Black Medusa
claims she hails from Tuscaloosa.
Though she came from across the sea,
she’s a morbid curiosity.
Do not let her near your heart,
and don’t stay with her after dark.
She’ll spin slowly in the wind
and her serpents, she’ll defend.
You’ll become her sacrifice
as the cobra’s strike’s precise.
Turned to stone by Black Medusa
who they say is from Tuscaloosa.
But we all know that not’s true.
She’s just a myth that grew and grew.
But is she?
Shelby I. Courtland
©2015 Shelby I. Courtland
HLJ called me a “slow motion Medusa” and so this one is for you! HLJ, you said that I could send you my love as long as I stay far, far away from you. So, I’m sending this poem to you, with my love! You were my inspiration!