Modern Mythology Scholarship
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I knew he would be bad for me.I knew his gentle touch would one day make me bleed.
Shining barely out of reach.I prayed for him to see me, waiting patiently.
Medusa,
With her sweet words and flaxen curls, soft skin and kind eyes,
Was beautiful, ethereal in her manner and dress, memorable in the minds of all who met her.
And this was her downfall.
I am not afraid
Of a mirror
And its backward ways
I am backwards
Myself
So we are alike
I see it in the corner
Oh nymph Oh nymph
Take a picture with your flower crown
Take a picture of your flower garden
Don't forget your flowery, flowy dress
Don't forget your cherry lip gloss
Walking, hurting, body aching
facing demons in a quest
Trials and trials continue approaching
each on reeks of death
Through each trial a voice is heard
As times change and myths are sculpted
we see the gods once reverred
move alongside humanity,
evolving and ever-adjusting
to our trends, culture, and norms.
Apollo, the god of
healing,
You come to me and ask me why
Why I’ve become the big great eye
Of a place where authority is no longer important
I am here to make them weak at the knees
My name is medusa
Ruler of this new world
