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A Love Beyond Death
This Medusa
only wanted to love,
to spread her enchanting vanilla scent.
But with her beauty and uniqueness
she attracted the envy and suspicion
of the people around her.
She was shunned and cast out,
yet she had softened the heart of a young nobleman.
The mob, however, was incited to such an extent
that they blinded her and cursed her.
Her hair turned into 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 poorly of Medusa to the nobleman,
claiming this was her true face,
her true nature.
And in the end, it was he who beheaded her.
She was burned,
her head charred into a lump of plastic....
Yet deep within him, this love for Medusa
still resided in his heart.
He could not let her go.
Her death pierced his heart like a knife.
The young man left all his worldly possessions behind
and departed.
He took Medusa's mortal remains with him.
In a piece of forest, he dug a small hole with his hands,
gently placed her inside
and covered her with delicate leaves.
He wanted to smell her,
for through the leaves, the smoke of evil, and the plastic,
a hint of her graceful vanilla scent still penetrated.
Thus he sat for many years, guarding her grave,
so that in death, no one could cause her any more harm.
His heart was broken by painful, unfulfilled love.
Above the grave, delicate carnations began to grow,
blackberries climbed over it,
and after many years had passed,
a single, deep black rose.
The rose slowly and lovingly wound
around the man, who had turned to stone.
It bore no thorns.
It slowly drew him deeper and deeper into Medusa's grave.
As the man left his worldly life behind,
the curse of Medusa began to lift.
She once again exuded her sweet vanilla scent,
which merged with his balsamic-ambered essence into one.
A love beyond death.
I still do not know if I want to wear this scent,
the association with the plastic (for me, it is that) is already difficult. Yet it is filled with so much sadness
that touches my heart.
It carries this contradiction 'Good - Evil', 'Beauty - Decay' within itself,
like I have never encountered in any other perfume.
What is it in the end?
An amazing and wonderful creation.
only wanted to love,
to spread her enchanting vanilla scent.
But with her beauty and uniqueness
she attracted the envy and suspicion
of the people around her.
She was shunned and cast out,
yet she had softened the heart of a young nobleman.
The mob, however, was incited to such an extent
that they blinded her and cursed her.
Her hair turned into 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 poorly of Medusa to the nobleman,
claiming this was her true face,
her true nature.
And in the end, it was he who beheaded her.
She was burned,
her head charred into a lump of plastic....
Yet deep within him, this love for Medusa
still resided in his heart.
He could not let her go.
Her death pierced his heart like a knife.
The young man left all his worldly possessions behind
and departed.
He took Medusa's mortal remains with him.
In a piece of forest, he dug a small hole with his hands,
gently placed her inside
and covered her with delicate leaves.
He wanted to smell her,
for through the leaves, the smoke of evil, and the plastic,
a hint of her graceful vanilla scent still penetrated.
Thus he sat for many years, guarding her grave,
so that in death, no one could cause her any more harm.
His heart was broken by painful, unfulfilled love.
Above the grave, delicate carnations began to grow,
blackberries climbed over it,
and after many years had passed,
a single, deep black rose.
The rose slowly and lovingly wound
around the man, who had turned to stone.
It bore no thorns.
It slowly drew him deeper and deeper into Medusa's grave.
As the man left his worldly life behind,
the curse of Medusa began to lift.
She once again exuded her sweet vanilla scent,
which merged with his balsamic-ambered essence into one.
A love beyond death.
I still do not know if I want to wear this scent,
the association with the plastic (for me, it is that) is already difficult. Yet it is filled with so much sadness
that touches my heart.
It carries this contradiction 'Good - Evil', 'Beauty - Decay' within itself,
like I have never encountered in any other perfume.
What is it in the end?
An amazing and wonderful creation.
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