Bare lust in the frantic storm
Crushed the petals of the moon
That lay upon the rocks beneath
Their writhing bodies did beseech
Her mercy from their love.
From Their worship of the Goddess rose
A wanton symphony of moans
Delirious with a thousand visions
Of her beauty as foretold.
Languid pools, her gaze did fall,
Upon their writhing bodies whole
Immortal raptures left them breathless
Weeping for their souls.
They knelt before their Goddess just
And prayed for their redemption thus
And neath the ever shimmering hills
Majestic curves and slithering limbs
They felt the longing from their souls
For freedom from her mortal folds.
Medusa they did cry in vain
As man to stone, desire enchained
Upon the rocks beneath her gaze
Did lay entwined, till none remained.
© 2015 Christina Thom