Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 Hard to Believe

I walk along the beach, and I

Come to a woman, her head turned.

I say hello, there's no reply.

Perhaps she's sad, I am concerned,

And so I step in front of her,

And gaze into her lovely eyes,

Which brings a smile to me for sure,

And then occurs to my surprise,

She pulls the scarf from off her head.

And there a nest of snakes do hiss.

I am filled with an awful dread,

As Medusa blows me a kiss.

I lie upon the beach alone.

The legend's right, I turned to stone.