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Born of jade blood dripping from Medusa's severed head,
Given life from a creature already dead.
A head on each end of your snakelike form;
Gorgon blood keeps your body warm.
On coldest day you venture forth,
One head pointing south, the other north.
Able to move swiftly in either direction;
Confusing mortals your great affection.
"Mother of Ants" was a title you earned,
And the lamps of your eyes constantly burned.
Ever of two minds about any decision,
Causing mere mortals to question their vision.
Singular and unique, yet never alone
A drop of your venom could make strong men moan.
A favorite of artists and artisans in the medeival age
Now given new life on this poem's page.
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