Suspend for a while your sense of query,
I am to tell you an old tragic story
Revealed unto my solemn heart
A myth that was wrongfully taught
In a far land of ancient Greece
Dwelt a highland lass in peace,
Fairer than Helen was she, in appearance
I, in lines few reveal unto you
Her virtue and her acquaintance.
Gentle to all young and old
By heaven and earth she was extolled,
In youth she served the goddess`s temple
From soul to heart was innocent ample,
Vanity and vengeance from a heavenly figure*
Eroded the life of this maiden fair,
For the sin of temptation of heavenly race**
She was cursed and horridly deface
With venomous vipers, rattling around her neck,
That turned a being into rock
With her noxious gaze and look.
The anguish that never had quenched
A fragrance that turned into a stinky stench,
As she refused the gods to be wench.
A rustic figure with crying heart
Ah! Demon and monster she was thought.
Her cheer and bloom
Melted like a mist and made her gloom,
Her sole recreation in that dreadful park
Was to scrub and scratched dust from rock.
For years of infinity
She was blest with malevolent charity
Till Perseus the Demi-god
Beheaded her and ceased her life odd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.