The pit, black as ice opens,
Not a sole in sight, darkness expands.
For there would be hell to pay.
Nonetheless a smile occurs.
Never reaching her stone dead eyes.
You dare .... go on,
Medusa would devour your sole.
Eyes shine empty yet whole.
Meaningful moments are gone.
Just the delight of a deathly smile.
Hell once imagined,
returns for the walking dead.
Thrash at the chains,
All you want, go on
your all mine.
The death inside spreads,
A plague of uncaring,
Manipulative, sadistic,
Unkind, emptiness.
Leaving your sole ravaged.
Enjoying the spectacle,
Coal black eyes,
Gleam with delight.
Yet, her posture
Giving nothing away.
Consuming all you are,
Until nothing of yourself
survives, Nothing can.
Its the price paid.
Being whole is no more.
For the smile upon soft lips lift,
With stone dead eyes.
A horror of a sight,
As eyes gleam un naturally.
Posion to some, a delight to others.
For medusa is alive and well,
Avoid her stares at all costs.
She is not the forgiving kind.
Already warned.
But you know.
Xxxx