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.