Unjustly cursed.
A rare beauty envied by immortals.
Solace and refuge she sought,
A curse she was offered.
And confined to the deep darkness of caves,
Where she hid her horror.

Horror inflicted upon her by a ******-abusing god,
and a raging-envious goddess who showed no clemency.
No man dared gaze upon her scary silhouette ever again,
That, the goddess made sure of.
Her face, lest he be turned to stone.

Her never-resting hair of serpents squirming in a crazy frenzy,
Slithers, framing her face.
Her small fangs masked by her once kissable lips.

Her slender waist merged with a slithering repugnant torso,
No man would dare embrace.
If a brave mortal could dare love and embrace her
She might oblige,
if only he was immune to her
stone-death gaze.

She has been refused love and any dauntless lover, refused sight.
Medusa was subjected to horror but yet I bet still beautiful.