Trembling stones
Their trembling stones watch from their fixed peripherals,
The cunning Perseus advances.
Refracted light dances through the cave,
Monoliths, once ambitious young men, yearn for vengeance from their solemn exteriors,
He angles the looking glass towards the brute, withdrawing his sword,
He swings, once.
His sword whistles in the air as he whistles his relief; at last she is dead.
Now back to Seriphus, dead was the gorgon and Perseus’ mother was saved.
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