Gorgon

Had-I no gold shield

When thine eyes my fate had sealed.

On that eve thick rocks cried dew,

And on gust my amour flew.

Dust and lime sprang from my eyes

As I withered - petrified,

Saw-I world covered in red

And its mountains moaned and bled.

If thou art a gorgon,dear,

You're a charming one I fear,

And my soul drudges and aches

Woebegone,strangled by snakes.