There once was a woman,
with skin like cream and features fair,
with eyes of emerald green;
with a robust body and fine gold hair.
She had two sisters,
the Gorgons: Mighty and Far Springer
Neither could perish,
only her own life would not linger
One fateful day, this woman went
to a prayerful and holy place
She went to worship the Goddess of Wisdom,
but instead, found only eternal disgrace
A lustful Poseidon took her there
and with her body, he did not spare.
"Athena the wise, Athena the brave,
please, oh please protect me today!"
Too late did she pray,
for the God of the Sea had his way.
How could so vile a crime
be made right?
Surely he will not
escape into the night?
"Athena the strong, Athena the fierce,
please, oh please, do what you must!"
Too late was the call;
for action was taken, but oh, it was just!
For given to Poseidon, was a tapestry,
a glorious weaving,
of a victorious God
He was pleased enough to even applaud!
As he lay down to sleep that night
the tapestry did come to life
It slithered and hissed
and with its supple jaws did kiss...
As he slept like a babe,
the poison overtook him
Not a poison of death, no
a poison of pain
Poseidon would never again
take a woman like that.
In fact any time he would try,
his body would turn to stone and defy
Petrified he would stay
'till she was gone
and the seven days after that
he would shed like a snake
While Poseidon had suffering,
Medusa had justice
She gave birth to a child,
and gained Athena’s trust
She was given a blanket
One that would protect, watch over
So harm would never come close again