The Gorgon bites
The Gorgon likes
To steal your soul

The Gorgon likes
The Gorgon strikes
To turn you to stone

Emotionally, you're masonry
You are so cold
The crumbling towers
Of her powers
Her architecture unfolds

Her boulevards, her avenues
Her spinning minarets
Her gabled grains
Her marble veins
A stony arabesque

Her moss strewn tomb
Her concrete womb
Archaic but blessed

Her endless maze
A world engraved
By a greater architect

You go in there, to prove you're cool
Now you're stone - so who's the fool?