Medusa and the Robot

Her eyes were glazed over as her hair gave a hiss

that echoed across the lonely desert abyss.

Medusa was anxious, feeling very alone,

because she could not love, without turning to stone.

The snakes jerked and rattled- they were distraught

and perpetually wrathful, though Medusa was not.

She felt guilt and depression; she longed for a stroke

of comfort and love, from a lovely, comfortable bloke.

Medusa gently walked, against the windy resistance

but then! she saw someone, alone in the distance.

His surface was glimmering off the moon’s charming haze

but before she could look, Medusa darted her gaze.

“Hello,” said the stranger, in a choppy, cool way,

“I’m alone and disparate and have had a terrible day.

As a blunt, direct fellow, and because of this weather,

I was hoping that we could survive this... together?”

Medusa was captured by his calmness and mystery;

to her, this very feeling was unrivalled in history.

Her mind grew torn- attraction duelling morality,

because she knew that her lust would bring sober fatality.

“I long for your presence, but I can’t meet your eye

or you will grow cold, like this shrill desert sky.”

Her respondent was quiet, computing his brain,

then he spoke: “but I’m a robot- I feel no pain.”

She knew not to look, but her heart took the peek

so her eyes locked with his, and the robot grew meek.

His heart! it could flutter, as it had never been known,

and he at last felt real love, before turning to stone.