Evil Woman

My darling is like ancient Medusa

Who, because of her malodorous pride

Was turned from beauteous to monstrous

And yet I must take her for bride.

I fear so to contradict my sweet love

And I know if I ever deceive her 

Or if she’s ever lost and alone

She’ll get me to drink of her potion

In the night, which will turn me to stone.

 

Welcome to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie PHOTO CHALLENGE #264 .