Look at me..

In shadows deep where whispers crawl,
I stand, a queen beneath them all.
My hair, once silk, now writhes with spite,
A crown of serpents, born of night.

Look at me—if you dare,
Feel the weight of my endless stare.
In my gaze, your heart will freeze,
Stone-bound, trapped in silent pleas.

I once had beauty, grace, and charm,
But the gods cursed me with blighted harm.
Now, men fall with just a glance,
Petrified in a deadly dance.

Look at me—if you’re bold,
I’ll steal your breath, I’ll turn you cold.
What you fear is what I’ve become,
A bitter song that’s left unsung.

But see beyond this cursed face,
A broken soul in a cruel embrace.
I did not choose this endless fight,
A monster made from another’s spite.

Look at me—and you might see
Not a beast, but tragedy.
In the cracks of stone, a heart still beats,
In the silence, a cry repeats:

Look at me..

2024 ⓒ