A God’s Choice

Medusa’s love for Poseidon meant wrath,
The payment equal to someone’s reward. 
Her sin spelled cruel Pallas on the warpath
Glassy eyes, forced to fall on her own sword. 
Graft others in her ichor-woven cage,
Infinitely kept, forever soulless.
Medusa transformed God when love caused rage
This part of man the Gods saw as regress. 
Is love the sin the gods are not above?
Is love the sin only man can commit?
The Gods can hate this human strength of love.
What was once treasured will now be dogshit. 
With more, Medusa is immortalised
To view the love Neptune saw in her eyes. 

Pyramus commits this same sin of love;
Refusing life without his other half,
Grasping forced eternity from above. 
The Gods view their story without a laugh, 
Their twisted offence becomes their scapegoat.
Infinitely smitten, forever sweet.
But to be smitten is to have been smote;
Eros’ arrow fly’s sharper than a fleet.
Despite Charon, the Gods reward their act,
The sweets of the mulberry preserve it.
The Gods can also love this human pact,
Can blossom with Pyramus’ blood split.
Those in love willingly fall on their swords,
Immortalised as gory seed for lord.

Belial, 19, UK.