Medusa's tale from myths of ancient days,
Is known for fearsome snakes and stony gaze.

Yet hidden truths lie deep within her past,
A victim's plight, in shadows long to last.

Once fair of face, a mortal 'mongst her kin,
Her sisters were of Gorgon’s beastly spin.

But she alone, of human form was blessed,
Until her fate by tragic gods addressed.

The poet Ovid told of her cruel plight,
In Athena’s temple, by Poseidon’s might.

The sea god’s lust, a crime beyond her will,
Yet for this wrong, she bore the goddess' ill.

Athena cursed the victim, not the foe,
With writhing snakes where locks once used to flow.

Her gaze, a force that turned all men to stone,
Condemned to live her days in fear alone.

Perseus sought her head at king's command,
With gifts from gods, a shield within his hand.

He cut her down, her power met its end,
But from her neck, her children did descend.

Pegasus, the winged horse, and giant bold,
Were born of ****, a tale of sorrow told.

Though myths recount Medusa’s monstrous fame,
Her only fault—her beauty was her shame.

In truth, the monster was not her but fate,
For gods, not men, had sealed her tragic state.

The victim of a crime, she bore the blame,
Yet history recalls her with disdain.