In ancient halls where whispers weave their thread,
A maiden fair, with locks of shimmering gold,
Was cursed by fate, her beauty turned to dread,
By vengeful gods, her tale of sorrow told.
Once in the temple, Athena's sacred ground,
She dared to love, and passion lit the flame,
But envy struck, and darkness wrapped around,
Her visage twisted, and her heart became tame.
With serpents crowned, her gaze would turn to stone,
Those who beheld her faced a fate so grim,
Alone she wandered, cursed to be alone,
A tragic figure, shadows danced with him.
Yet in her heart, a flicker of the light,
A tale of loss, beneath the endless night.
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