Suspend for a while your sense of query,
I am to tell you an old tragic story,
Revealed unto my solemn heart
A myth that was wrongfully taught.
In a far land of ancient Greece was dwelt a highland lass in peace,fairer than
Helen was she; in lines few, I reveal
unto you her virtue and her story true.
Gentle to all young and old
by heaven and earth, she was extolled,
In youth she served the goddess’s temple
from soul to heart was innocent ample,
Vanity and vengeance from a heavenly figure,
eroded the life of this maiden fair,
for the sin of temptation of heavenly race
She was cursed and horridly defaced,
With venomous vipers,
those rattling around her neck,
that turned a being into rock quick
with her noxious gaze and look.
The anguish that never had quenched,
a fragrance that turned into a stinky stench,
as she refused to be gods’ wench.
Ah! a demon and monster she was thought.
Her cheers and bloom melted
like a mist and immersed in doom,
her sole recreation in that dreadful park
was to scrub and scratched dust from rock.
For years of infinity
she was blest with malevolent charity
till Perseus, the Demi-god
beheaded her and ceased her life odd.