Slaughter of the Medusa

Conquering hero, bastard son of gods
 Furtive behind your mirror
 Stalking dread cthonic visions
 But you dare not meet their gaze
 Trust not the mirror but the mask
 An aspect ne'er beheld
 Beheaded all the same
 In shadows
 Medusa, O gorgon, O sun
 In poison flown from her opened gorge
 A scarlet plane of immanence
 One thousand flowers bloom
 Did you wonder not what torrent forced its deluge here?
 By what brutal rite the sea defilеd?
 To what end, this venom blessеd
 These tresses serpentine?
 By what violence forged
 These locks that curl and writhe?
 By what wry hex this sisterhood aligned?
 Let us labrys-crack the brow of Zeus once more
 See what bright horrors issue forth
 O monster, Medusa, O gorgon, O sun