Her eyes, two pools of clearest water,
Mirroring that world within;
Reflecting summers warmth with grace,
If eyes could talk her eyes would sing.
The ballad might tell of hidden dangers,
Troubled waters unperceived,
Exotic threats beneath the surface,
Sharp stones and entangling weeds.
Should every danger be contrived
To lurk down there amongst the Deeps
Still would I gaze into her haunting eyes,
Where Medusa’s spirit never sleeps.