Slowly, Medusa sinks to her knees (the pressure rises) she presses her hands against the stones (the pressure rises) and unfurls her great golden wings (the pressure rises). my boys Chrysaor would be the boy who cried and cried with great dark eyes and soft black hair. are not our sons beautiful?
(a great king of men)
they are dead to me Pegasus would be the foal who nudged her body and stared with great dark eyes and whom she slapped. dead to me
(served heroes and Eos)
traitor.
traitor.
traitor
Medusa screams. mysonsmysonsmysons It is her youngest sister who is famous for it; a scream to shatter glass and cause grown men to drop their weapons and cower. A scream as piercing as a flute and just as humane. But they all can scream like that, and as Medusa screams, the skies seem to crack and the lightning turns everything white and black and grey. Just for a moment. MY SONS And audible even over that earth-shattering, glass-breaking thunder is Medusa's scream.
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my boys
Chrysaor would be the boy who cried and cried with great dark eyes and soft black hair.
are not our sons beautiful?
they are dead to me
Pegasus would be the foal who nudged her body and stared with great dark eyes and whom she slapped.
dead to me
traitor.
Medusa screams.
mysonsmysonsmysons
It is her youngest sister who is famous for it; a scream to shatter glass and cause grown men to drop their weapons and cower. A scream as piercing as a flute and just as humane. But they all can scream like that, and as Medusa screams, the skies seem to crack and the lightning turns everything white and black and grey. Just for a moment.
MY SONS
And audible even over that earth-shattering, glass-breaking thunder is Medusa's scream.