Medusa

A creature she is now
Punished with a curse
Bloodshot eyes below the brow
And smells like an old hearse
Venomous snakes dangle from her head
Slithering, hissing, never ending
Forevermore she will always dread
This curse is not one for mending
Her skin, a loathsome greenish tinge
Transformed into such a repulsive object
The thought of her made the people cringe
Once beautiful...now wrecked
Whomsoever she gazed upon
She turned into a stone
She grieves on her days forgone
Cursed her be, forever a hideous crone