Statues of Sorrow

Mortal born sister of the Graeae
Fierce and dreadful
Born from the sea
The Mighty, the Far Springer and the Queen

Ill-fated beauty raped by a god
A temple desecrated, incur the virgins wrath
Cursed, forsaken, banished to the utmost black
Scarred with tusk and tongue
The last cracked vision for any to see

Armed with the cruelty of the curse
Flesh and blood to cold stone
Like moths to a fire
They burn one by one

Of lust and gods denied
Unrivalled acts so cruel and violent
Now statues of sorrow
The dead stand silent

Girded with serpents and vibrating tongues
Oh, cursed, hideous mortal one
Terrible and grim, piercing gaze of stone
Bronze hands and wings of gold
Monstrous. Blood of the gods
Across the oceans of black and beyond
Downcast. The misfit. One of the three
None to hear her silent screams

Exiled. Son of thunder
Descendant of Argos
Cast out
Tricked and deceived by men and gods
Helm of darkness
Shield and scythe
From dust come
And dust to leave behind

With severing cut
Behead the desolate one
Bastard scions born from her neck
Wailing a dismal lament
Mourning the gorgon mother's end

On the path of selfish glory
Through twisted corridors of praise and scorn
From the place of gazing silence and stone
The sun long set with its final glow

Behind the eyes of the innocent
The gaunt face of the all-knowing
Into the dark
From which it came

From her head venomous blood drips slowly
Crimson sands stained with serpents
To end a life or raise the dead
The cure and the fatal poison

Of lust and gods denied
Unrivalled acts so cruel and violent
Now statues of sorrow
The dead stand silent