You were blessed with serpents to do away with harm
In your weary wake,
While I was blessed with the gift of unseeing.
I may feel your love,
But not your wrath.
Open the gates of Olympus and let me within,
For I will not crash over you with the past waves of poisoned Poseidon.
My wronged Medusa,
I love your basilisks that wrap around your thoughts,
And you love the eyes of mine that were deemed worthless,
Only capable of seeing your restless, beautiful soul.
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