Above the realms of ancient kings
Beyond walls and halls of ruination
Stands 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 mystery 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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