Dearest Medusa,
I do not blame you so,
For what happened
Was not your fault.Poseidon came and disrupted you,
Defiled you,
Destroyed you,
And expected me to punish you.My hands were tied
Loyal one.
I couldn't go after
The one person
Whom was truly at fault.What I did to you
Was not a curse, child.
It was a blessing.
Men would see it as a curse,
But that was the whole idea.I gave you power
Every woman wishes to have.
The power to protect herself.
You could turn a single man
To complete stone with a single glance.
How is that not me trying,
Trying and struggling to protect you.The men think it a curse,
For a woman to have her beauty
Stripped away.
In reality, it's a blessing we all wish
We could have,
So we would no longer be afraid.(Why do you think I act like a warrior?)
orion
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ichor
PoesíaA story twisted Left and right, Through countless mouths And endless minds. A game of chinese whispers, Each recount slightly different Compared to the rest. A tale of power And a tale of weakness. Faults ignored And dangers conceeded. What is it? ...