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The Gorgon Remains "Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend." -Buonarroti Michelangelo (1475-1564) Moonless night Darkness deep Stygian sky Ravens weep Above the realms of ancient kings Beyond walls and halls of ruination Lays an image forgotten in time Untested by dying creation Surrounded by human formation Lifelike statues in the mist Like ghosts congealed by chance Where Medusa appeared in crimson shadow From her haze of slithering dance Out of thought comes the story Of mystery, myth, and surprise A goddess’s gift gives the Gorgon A power of tragic demise For any who behold this horror Sure as death will turn to stone Silent stance from serpent's glance Left motionless to the vast unknown Terror overwhelms the faint heart Hatred builds the fury like fire Onslaught extreme – the frozen dream Burns as quickly as human desire Thorns cover the haunted garden Where statues reside in horrific poses Desolate discovery at the edge of the world Only briars without budding roses Michelangelo has not ventured here The kingdom of Night has fallen at last For eyes now perceive such a vision As a truth from the pages of the past Above the realms of ancient kings Beyond walls and halls of ruination Lays a skeleton forgotten in time Beheaded by sword and salvation Surrounded by human formation |
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