Medusa v.1

We all went to her for salvation, from the heartache and emotions
We went to her willingly, begging for assistance.
And she, like the emphathetic woman she was, agreed.

We were never her victims,
she was our saviour.
she turned us into stone
so that we may not have to feel the pain;
the utter torment we felt every second of the day from the tyranny of the ones we had once and for some, still, love.

She took away our burdens and turned us into stone
so that we once again stood tall and strong.
She made us immune to our wearies
and allowed us to face the world again.

But they would not have it.
Those individuals and gods;
they thrived on our pain;
enjoyed our tears and cheered on our burdens.
Their sadistic appetites called out for more,
and she, a hindrance to their joys

They sent a fool, a coward to be rid of her.
murdering her as she slept
because he lacked any galls

Her potion immediately left us;
our stone shield disappeared.
Our bodies, minds and soul, bombarded by the fears;
the pain overcame us and weighed us into a dark abyss.
We cursed the gods for what they did
for forcing us to have to feel the things we did not have to.
They watched with amusement, licking their grinning lips,
while we suffered and died from the wounds that were once not there.

Medusa was our saviour
she turned us into stone
we were eternally thankful
because we never had to feel alone.