From the meadow yonder
The Gorgon scurried;
Lost inside the witty woods,
Was a soul vexed and worried.
Stalking its quarry sub rosa,
She donned a a mask of fay;
Her exhilirant aroma,
Succumbed the grass gay.
Dews watched desperately;
As she allured the soul supine
He could see Cupid shooting,
As he esteemed the Evangeline.
Endowed with ambroisal beauty,
Evading the darkness she gleamed;
He walked to her with bated breath,
An Angel from Heaven she seemed.
Imprudent the soul blind in lust,
Reckoned her the solace to his strife;
The Medusa concealed deep down;
Athirst to take his life.
In the proximity of her grace,
A rhyth divine; breathing her breath;
Too tempted to realise he was,
Strangling straight to his death.
Affrighted eyes sunk in dubiety,
Glared her pupils turning red;
Avalanche of pain he gulped,
His last breath he breathed.
To the temptation of a habitue,
He'd fallen a paltry prey;
About her shoulders tasseled aegis,
Absconding the stone she made out her way.
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