Medusa

• Nicholas Malakonakis, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

A Ghoul, A Gorgon,
Slithering amidst the shadows.
As a pair of ghastly glowing eyes broaden,
Serpents flow like seaweed in the shallows.
A foul stench of fear and hatred,
Arouses the matted ends of her hair.
For a brief hint of Satan,
Remains a spare.
She is to be waiting,
Surveying your reflection.
Yet a steady glance she's making,
Has power to show her infection.
She knows you're here,
In her clutches you're to be.
For her gazing eyes yet to pierce,
Your bare mortality.