The Empress

Stained vanity,
fingerprints whisper
In riddles of who was there
before she took over.

Twisted sister
scoffs with pleasure,
as the trapped ones
scream for release.

Stoned from an eye
of a serpents webbed corpse
she slithers along,
gathering her pretties
for a feast of statues.

One by one,
they become her prey-
still there lives a soul
who vows to behead the
demon snake, they call
Medusa