Medusa's voice

he took in me the desire

from the cradle
from the grave

i was Always willing

O Poseidon

i was Always willing

right here in the temple

right here under the painted ceiling

lighting fingers

swelling seas

swim through union like white fire

i will Not say no to this

bend me over

white mare

gallop through my lust

my need becomes as poison

my reflection shall be born of this kiss

curse your blue blood!

do not look upon my face

wisdom is a harsh mistress

now let the serpents remind you

let the serpents remind you of your power

show me

show me

the mirror

let me see what i have become

what looks back at you, is not dreaming

there is a witness to this storm