Channeling Medusa

Reaching out for twinkling stars      
Whispers of relents, falling sabbatical covens heard from afar        
Riding the Pale Horse of such painted pride        
Galloping the trail of seductive lies        
Serendipity        
Define the odds of life’s complicity        
Unemotional to understand, or care for idioms of simplicity        
       
Marble chiseled statue has stood so strong        
Glass hearts in her wake shattered, when life plays her seductive songs        
Breakable, oh no, the sweet destruction in her path as she now patrols        
Walking the earth as she wickedly trolls        
Enclosed of flawlessness in her vanity , heart of no soul        
Medusa, as she stands so proud        
Shh, don’t even make a hush sound        
One kiss, eternal you shall be bound        
       
Please, don’t gaze, or you will be forevermore alone        
If captured, your heart instantly turns to a Charka stone        
Curvaceous in the needs of the silken thrust within illicitly deeds        
All hers once she has you planted on your knees        
Addictive essence coating her tongue, licking the wetness as she so please        
       
Slithering around the globe        
Blending as one, as she deeply probe        
Close your eyes as you whisper her name in glee        
Listen to the sultriness of her voice until you flee        
Oh yes, this Mystical Greek Creature, is surreal        
Various souls have escaped, by words, gently foretold of its nightly thrills