But fear me more than Medusa,
for my hair and for my locks,
as though they bear no poison,
they leave men rooted on the spot.
And they swoon when I blink,
and they believe me when I lie,
and they think that it be love,
and when I leave them they do cry.
so fear me more than Medusa,
for my eyes and for their spell.
They do not turn men to stone,
but to dust that flows in hell.
– Saransh Gupta
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