Medusa

Medusa my name
Turned to horror
Turned to shame
By tale of old
With my sisters two,
Beauteous all
But birthed in woe,
By a sister and brother
that coupled in lusts
For hair
We had serpents
On top of
Our countenance of angels
We had lovers everywhere
But they loved hard but once
They turned harder afterwards
And there on the garden
They stood, standing there still
Victims of ours, the gorgons.