There was a man a wandering soul
Who walked contented alone
Eyes clouded with experience
But grievances, he had none
"For I'm as free as one can be
And calmly I pace my miles.
No horrors on earth anymore to see
And all vain hope beguiled."
When as in myth this man once brace
Walked upon the gorgon's lair,
With fierce eyes, no mask disguised
Her many writhing hair
But he eyes dim held out a hand
And beckoned closer monster fair
And she, for he, at once confused
Took flight and left him there.
And so the man did find a stone
To sit and rest a time
With salted meat and water skin
Then swore he heard a sigh
For Gorgon watched though from afar
But made no sense of living man
Thus curious, she did descend,
And hoarsely she began.
"Where came you from with mortal flesh,
And blood that cannot freeze,
Having calloused hands and roaming clothes
With rips upon your knees!
You look at me and do not still
Not strike me where I stand,
But sit with untiring c