Stoned

This is a metaphor for death using a mythology from ancient Greece.

 

Death, thy name is medusa!
A passing glance leaves victims
perfectly still, breathless
lips and sight-less eyes
With expressions lost on drawn features,
caught now in the gravity’s lust
No pulse… no sound… no breath…
Those who sought you out,
met you – never to return 
There is no talisman, or head to take
to disarm your alluring spell
and never a hero strong enough
to escape you.
You are too powerful –

 

as immortal as the stones you leave behind.

 

 

Reviews

[Circle of Stones]

I like this. Mythology has always been a personal love of mine. Great writing.