Lights went off as I entered her chamber.
I barely could see her
but felt her hot breath on my skin.
I grabbed her hand and asked for her name.
She leaned and kissed. She whispered in my ears.
The snakes on her hair hissed too.
That was the last kiss.
‘My name is Medusa’
You took the Myth and made it your own; very crafty
ReplyDeleteHave a good Sunday
much love...
Ah, it was spooky...are we ready for this kind of love?...
ReplyDeleteYes we are! - just like the myth the danger and the challenge will always tempt us, I think... A salutary reminder...
ReplyDeleteTemptations lead us into those dark rooms and mysteries of the unknown.
ReplyDelete"The snakes on her hair hissed too." Yoiks! A very nice sketch as well.
ReplyDeleteLovely write!!
ReplyDeleteOh I love this. Medusa...now she is someone to be reckoned with!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
This is really delightfully chilling!
ReplyDeleteDid you make a mistake. But at least you go a kiss and a hiss!
ReplyDeleteNice
ReplyDeletesome will always enter into the dark..love the mythical feel to it...
ReplyDeleteHa ha... nicely done!
ReplyDeleteWhat a fantastic way to use the angle of Medusa. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteHahaha, great work!
ReplyDeleteOuch - a s-s-super snaky poem :)
ReplyDeleteYou should have kept your eyes shut!
ReplyDeletewow! Thrilling :)
ReplyDeleteHoly snakes! Creepy :)
ReplyDeleteOh Medusa... the most of fatal of the Gorgon... a kiss and you're gone.
ReplyDeletescary, blended surprise and romance well
ReplyDeleteGlad you all loved it. Thank you so much. Keep visiting! :)
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