Wisdom's Curse: The Tragedy of Medusa

Wisdom's Curse: The Tragedy of Medusa

In the shadows of the temple's hallowed halls,
Athena, the goddess of wisdom, silently calls.
Her gaze, a piercing, unyielding light,
Yet in the shadows, darkness takes its flight.

Medusa, once fair, a maiden cursed,
Beauty turned to stone, her fate reversed.
Athena's wrath, a twisted decree,
Transforming a mortal to monstrosity.

Gorgon's eyes, a venomous stare,
A curse laid bare, beyond repair.
Athena's ire, a tempest's might,
In Medusa's gaze, eternal night.

Athena's shield, a polished sheen,
Reflecting horrors, a serpent queen.
Medusa, once favored, now condemned,
By the goddess' rage, forever stemmed.

In the labyrinth of shadows deep,
Medusa's tears, a mournful weep.
Athena, cold and resolute,
A darkened tale of divine repute.

Yet, in the depths of Medusa's despair,
A tragic beauty, a silent prayer.
Athena's justice, a double-edged sword,
Creating monsters, a cruel accord.

Goddess and Gorgon, entwined in fate,
A twisted dance of love and hate.
Athena, with wisdom, weaves the night,
Medusa, lost in eternal fright.

In the echoes of their tragic lore,
A tale of darkness, forevermore.
Athena's wisdom, a shadowed bane,
Medusa's curse, an eternal chain.