Across the crowded room I see her there
With bright blue eyes and golden hair.
The light shines on her delicate face.
Gazing at her, my heart quickens its pace.
I plan to ask her out on the town
Hoping my appearance won't let me down.
Turning to the barkeep I order a drink,
Trying to recall that missing link.
I dab on cologne that will make her adore me,
Grabbing a notepad jotting a few lines of poetry.
"Please come with me to my house on the shore
Where we could wine and dine forever more.
To greater heights our lives will ascent,
Loving each other till the end."
I turn around and notice she's not there
But I catch another giving me a wide-eyed stare.
She has hair like Medusa and a drooping face
Coming this way making a feverish chase.
I retreat to my position hoping she'll go away
Sipping my drink my body starts to sway.
I glance in the mirror that hangs on the wall
And see that monster nearly eight feet tall!
There she remains with eyes glowing red.
I wish this was a dream; laying in my bed.
I twist just slightly to see if she's truly that size.
I realize I'm staring into those sparkling blue eyes.
Choking, I wash down the remains of my drink,
Stunned by the beauty of the woman in mink.
I stagger to my feet adjusting my silk-laden tie
Thinking of giving it one more desperate try.
She gives me her hand and I kiss it gently
Hoping this moment will last for eternity.
I stare at her face and something's not right.
I assume it's the room dimmed with the light.
She snatches my hand, whispering, "Let's go for a walk."
I state, "It's too cold, lets stay and talk."
She rambles on that if I come,, she'll give me more.
More of what? I begin to think, following her through the door.
I grab my coat, heading out into the night.
The cool air sending an ice-chilling fright
Throughout my bones with an endless hunger.
This woman's presence forever lingers.
Startled! I hear a hissing noise that sounds familiar
Of snakes that I remember quite particular.
When I first saw that lady monster just before,
It reminded me of some ancient folklore.
Abruptly I stop, thinking it my imagination.
Facing her, she stares with such fascination.
Displaying that face and hell-sheering laughter!
I try evading the gaze, can't escape from her.
Suddenly, I feel an agonizing pain in my feet
And peer down, astonished, they're cemented to the street!
How could this happen to a guy like me?
This is not the night I hoped it would be.
"Unbelievable!", shrieking as the rock forms up my leg.
Looking up at Medusa I start to beg,
Now aware that I could do nothing else
But stand here changing into a statue of myself.