Oh gentle Muses let me hear

Of monstrous Scylla whom all fear

A nymph once graceful and adored

To whom Circe absolutely abhorred

For when the sea god’s, Glaucus’s, eye

Fell lovingly upon Scylla, young and spry

Bathing in the bay of the merciless sea,

God-like Glaucus just had to emerge for her to see

But frightened Scylla merely turned and fled

So poor Glaucus watched her go, the woman to wed

But his immortal mind already began to conjure a plan

He would go to Circe, witch and enemy to any mortal-man

To ask for a spell at her magical land

And certainly win his lover’s hand

And so Glaucus went to the all-powerful witch

Explaining his blight, and begging to bewitch

The beautiful nymph, Scylla, whom he filled with fright

But then another tragedy fell Glaucus, for even in his might

He could not alter the yearning love Circe felt for the god

Yet Circe could not win Glaucus’s heart, not even her beauty could be awed

By his broken heart, and so Circe felt 

Rage and disgust at his lover who must be dealt

For she now wished nothing but a spell worse than death

To make Scylla a monster who stole everyone’s last breath

So wily Circe stole a poison, one whose roots run deep and grim

And let the venom drop into the bay where the nymph does swim

And as innocent Scylla let her body sink once more

The poison worked on her body, sticking her to the floor

Monsters of serpents towered above her

Not to kill her, but to serve their new master

For lovely Scylla was lovely no more, but a beast

And in her rage, will steal every erring man to make him her feast