Like rocks eroded to wind swept sands
Her legend morphed with time
From her blood, Pegasus was born
She was finally freed from man's scorn
Her hate and rage contained in her lifeless head
Defeated Titans and Kings, protected the innocent and weak
It's final resting place, centered on Athena's shield
Stheno lived on past Perseus wounds
Euryale fled Athena's temple, in her pursuit
Both met where her headless body laid
Sharing their sorrow, the body was burned
Ashes collected and offered to Athena
She took them to Olympus, to Pegasus stable
A whipping willow emerged where she'd buried the ashes
The winged horse always slept under the shade of her tree
Her spirit soared on the wings of the steed
Her soul, painted with stars upon the sky, fearless
Forgiving of the flaws of mortal judgment
Reminding us without resentment
Of the uniqueness of Medusa's spirit
The End
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Untold
FantasyYou know her name. You've seen her image. You thought you knew her story.
