Medusa altar from Earthsong Witchcamp 2015

Medusa’s Heart

Medusa once was a priestess
She served her Goddess body mind and soul
Poseidon came he saw he conquered
Took her flesh and swallowed all

Medusa preyed up to her lady
Told her what it was all about
Her Lady came and then she cursed her
Changed her form and cast her out

If Medusa calls will you answer
In Medusa’s eyes what will you find
Coldness, hardness spite and anger
Evil deeds from an evil mind

But Medusa’s heart is not a diamond
It’s flesh and blood and not this stone
Though Medusa’s form may be a gorgon
It’s a living death to always be alone

Medusa waited in her temple
With companions Of silent stone
Though many came with swords to court her
They met their fate she remained alone

But she knew one day that he would
Stride across her hallowed hall
And for his razored kiss she waited
To end her curse once and for all

If Medusa calls will you answer
In Medusa’s eyes what will you find
Coldness, hardness spite and anger
Evil deeds from an evil mind

But Medusa’s heart is not a diamond
It’s flesh and blood and not this stone
Though Medusa’s form may be a gorgon
It’s a living death to always be alone

Listen to the song

© A M Hunter 2015

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Stoneacorn (Xander)

These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography. I am a poet, a song writer, a witch. I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with. My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green. My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds. My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak. I am Stoneacorn

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