Where Medusa lies…
Maryam Ahmed
Deep in the woods where no birds sing,
She rests beneath the sky’s soft wing.
Her hair like vines in twilight’s breeze,
The warning sounds of the woods, a mysterious symphony,
Tangled with threatening hisses, an echoing lullaby,
That drifts far away into the vast sky.
She peers at gleaming stars with silver eyes,
Unblinking as the daylight dies.
From day to night, the silence grows,
In a forest where a river of blood runs thick and no wind blows.
The scent of ash and ancient dead,
Clings to the earth where none have tread,
The trees withdraw with cautious pace,
Afraid to meet her timeless face.
The grass bends low, the insects flee,
Crawling away from something they cannot unsee.
She withers like a flower beneath the golden sun.
A tale of sorrow left undone.
Cursed to watch the world leave her behind,
Unmoving beneath the boundless sky.
No soul dares cross her sacred ground,
Where silence reigns and death is found.
For in her gaze the truth is shown –
Medusa waits, lost in time’s flow.