The Gorgon bites
The Gorgon likes
To steal your soul
The Gorgon likes
The Gorgon strikes
To turn you to stone
Emotionally, you're masonry
You are so cold
The crumbling towers
Of her powers
Her architecture unfolds
Her boulevards, her avenues
Her spinning minarets
Her gabled grains
Her marble veins
A stony arabesque
Her moss strewn tomb
Her concrete womb
Archaic but blessed
Her endless maze
A world engraved
By a greater architect
You go in there, to prove you're cool
Now you're stone - so who's the fool?
