01/26/2021
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A love beyond death
This Medusa
only wanted to love,
exude her beguiling vanilla fragrance.
But with her beauty and difference
she attracted the envy and suspicion
of the people around her She was shunned and outcast,
yet she had softened the heart of a young nobleman.
The mob, on the other hand, allowed themselves to be stirred up to such an extent,
that they blinded her and put a curse on her.
Her hair became snakes,
and she could no longer look anyone in the eye,
especially not the young man He would immediately turn to stone.
A rival spoke very ill of Medusa to the nobleman,
that this was her true face,
her true nature.
And in the end, it was he who cut off her head.
She was burned,
the head charred into a lump of plastic....
But deep inside, that love for Medusa
was still in his heart.
He could not let go of her.
Her death stabbed like a knife into his heart.
The young man left all his worldly goods behind
and departed.
He took the mortal remains of Medusa with him.
In a piece of woodland he dug a small hole with his hands,
laid her gently in it
and covered her with tender leaves.
He wanted to smell her,
for through the leaves, the smoke of mischief and the plastic,
still permeated a hint of her graceful vanilla scent.
Thus he sat many years, guarding her grave,
that at least in death no one might harm her again.
His heart was broken by painful, unrequited love.
Delicate carnations began to grow over the grave,
Blackberries entwined themselves over it,
and after many years had passed,
a single, jet-black rose.
The rose twined slowly and lovingly
around the man who was frozen in stone.
She bore no thorns.
She drew him slowly and ever deeper to Medusa's grave.
Now when the man had left his worldly life behind,
the curse fell away from Medusa.
She once again exuded her so lovely vanilla scent,
which merged with his balsamic-ambered one into a unity.
A love beyond death.
I don't know yet if I want to wear this fragrance,
the course with the plastic (for me it is) is already difficult. Yet it is filled with so much sadness
that touches my heart.
It carries this contradiction of 'good - evil', 'beauty-decay',
as I have never come across in any other perfume.
What is it in the end?
An amazing and wonderful creation.
only wanted to love,
exude her beguiling vanilla fragrance.
But with her beauty and difference
she attracted the envy and suspicion
of the people around her She was shunned and outcast,
yet she had softened the heart of a young nobleman.
The mob, on the other hand, allowed themselves to be stirred up to such an extent,
that they blinded her and put a curse on her.
Her hair became snakes,
and she could no longer look anyone in the eye,
especially not the young man He would immediately turn to stone.
A rival spoke very ill of Medusa to the nobleman,
that this was her true face,
her true nature.
And in the end, it was he who cut off her head.
She was burned,
the head charred into a lump of plastic....
But deep inside, that love for Medusa
was still in his heart.
He could not let go of her.
Her death stabbed like a knife into his heart.
The young man left all his worldly goods behind
and departed.
He took the mortal remains of Medusa with him.
In a piece of woodland he dug a small hole with his hands,
laid her gently in it
and covered her with tender leaves.
He wanted to smell her,
for through the leaves, the smoke of mischief and the plastic,
still permeated a hint of her graceful vanilla scent.
Thus he sat many years, guarding her grave,
that at least in death no one might harm her again.
His heart was broken by painful, unrequited love.
Delicate carnations began to grow over the grave,
Blackberries entwined themselves over it,
and after many years had passed,
a single, jet-black rose.
The rose twined slowly and lovingly
around the man who was frozen in stone.
She bore no thorns.
She drew him slowly and ever deeper to Medusa's grave.
Now when the man had left his worldly life behind,
the curse fell away from Medusa.
She once again exuded her so lovely vanilla scent,
which merged with his balsamic-ambered one into a unity.
A love beyond death.
I don't know yet if I want to wear this fragrance,
the course with the plastic (for me it is) is already difficult. Yet it is filled with so much sadness
that touches my heart.
It carries this contradiction of 'good - evil', 'beauty-decay',
as I have never come across in any other perfume.
What is it in the end?
An amazing and wonderful creation.
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