Medusa, Head of Dread

Hiss...hiss...no more bliss.

The warrior seeks 

the head of dread,

still just as fatal

when the beast is dead.

The writhing hair, hissing with

starvation,

but, no going back, there is no salvation.

The gleaming sword,

shining bright,

there is no guarantee you'll win

this fight.

Her muscles coil, ready to attack,

too late, the blade went snicker-snack.

Her blood spills, a deathly black.

Warrior, with the head of dread,

leaves snake woman Medusa forever dead.

Reviews

[HorrorMaster]

Medusa is one of my favorite horror icons. Amazing poem for this.

[Never Good Bye]

WOW.. i loved it. it was great. :D thanks for sharing

[The Morbid The Merrier]

Depicts the situation which the warrior is in. Conflict, but solution. Very nice poem.

but is she really dead?..

[Jae]

THIS IS AMAZING!! AND IM SO ADDING IT AS A FAVORITE!!! oh i love this story. He carries her head back to his mother before she is married. And all along the desert, Medusa's blood drips, creating the snakes.
All in all, amazing job. Keep writing about greek mythology, and you will be getting way more reviews from me. lol. great job.

~Rem