Soon, soon, the sky will have eyes:
I will fossilize its dome into cracked blue,
I who am about to come
into God’s full view
from the wrong side of the mirror
into which He gazes.”

          And so she dreams
          till the sun-crimsoned shield
          blinds her into nightmare:
          her locks, falling from their roots,
          crawl into rocks to die.
          Perseus holds the sword above her neck.
          Restless in her sleep, she,
          for the last time, brushes back
          the hissing curls from her forehead.

– Agha Shahid Ali. excerpt from Medusa