The macabre oratorio of the Medusa's boat

...And after Perseus cut her terribly blue head, Medusa, picked it from the soft and humid terrain crying in consternation [because as any chthonic monster, she couldn't really die], and with her own head in her hands, she decided to face the final fate of any gorgon, or human: the Hades, subterranean edifice of Pluto, later known as Inferno in the Latin myths that the Romans disseminated over the Europe.


Still weeping, Medusa (also called Médousa, the protectress) decided to get embarked on her own boat, to cross the subterranean waters that lead to Infernos, because she declined to pass on the Charon's boat (perhaps a matter of feminine pride, as the Austrian psychologist Buckle Fröïd suggested).


Her navigation on the infernal rivers was tranquil, I'd dare say amiable:
her yellow boat made of fingernails sailed on the river Acheron, on the river Phlegethon, whose waters are actually blood, and on the river Styx, which is also called the river of the detestation.


...And after a long fluvial travel (perhaps in reverse) she reached the waters of the river Lethe, the river of oblivion: as Medusa submersed her own truncated head on these waters, and as her mouth drank its dulcet liquid, all her sorrows, crimes and guilts from her terrestrial life disappeared from her brutal mind [because as any chthonic vempire, she was a maiden, but also an animal].


With rejuvenated stare in her red eyes, Medusa danced on her boat, and recited a solemn oratorio
but she danced (and she was in Hell):

from the shores in flames, the lions of the infra-mondo echoed repeating the oratorio, and saluted her passage by those demoniacal rooms throwing petals of jasmine and creme anglais at her:

swirling by those descendent rivers, in the bows of the boat, an inscription reads: "Take me down below"

because there she is still today, the descent is the goal, because it's eternal; the march is the destination itself.



If we listen to the final analysis of Buckle Fröïd, the journey of Medóusa into the hellbound (this is, into the death itself) was, in fact, a journey into a new life







maybe our Medusa, this -after all- beautiful girl of our Europe acquired finally her human soul, which, for an evil but bestial spirit like hers, either may be a good or a terrible thing to know.