Met on fire, fell so hard
She was sun and he was night
Fear makes strangers all discard
Across the water he took flight
So will he now be coming back,
For love's desire was easy bought
He went to place of forrests black
And left her with the taste of salt

Waiting empty watching waves
Ripples carry imagined rings
But can she trust the child of raves
Disrupted by butterflies wings
Storms may gather outward bound
To waste their rage on water deep
She will wait until he's found
His will to break or promise keep

Rites of spring make young flesh mortal
Stillness here is the device
Now she stands in death immortal
Petrified from sea and ice.
For a thousand years without her sight
Are but as yesterday when it is past,
And as a watcher in the night,
Medusa's child has peace at last