I won't turn you to stone. I won't stop you dead in your tracks with one look.
My touch won't freeze your blood. I won't turn your bones to icicles and then break them break you.
If I ask for your heart I won't hold it up to the light and examine all of the cracks.
I'll stare at you with admiration
I'll caress your skin
I'll hold your heart and protect it from the dark.
The wrath of Medusa has touched you before but never again.