Her first eye is Gaia and her second is Oceanus.
This, above all else, is the gaze I recollect underneath the plumage of the firebird and the lash of the Eumenides that occasionally comes out from her generous mouth. Yet the red also reminds me of Prometheus: of audacity and the cackling thievery of fire. However, even the Titan himself was punished by the slow, cyclical eating of his liver … save that her fate is more arbitrary than the whims of gods and her own body is not as infinite. I always fear for the day when Medusa might catch her chimeric gaze and the reversal of Galatea might come fully upon her.
Yet even the Gorgon cannot fully meet the eyes that mirror the ancient and glorious horrors of the Bacchanalia. For she who drinks the wine of blood and bathes in its ochre depths dances around the whole of humanity as though skipping through a grove of statues.
So full of utter gall and mocking bile from her revels, she grins at the carnal carnage before her and the perfect white sickle of her smile becomes the blade that castrates her own fear.
Mythic Bios 
“For she who drinks the wine of blood and bathes in its ochre dances around the whole of humanity as though skipping through a grove of statues.”
*grins*
I added one more word there: “For she who drinks the wine of blood and bathes in its ochre depths dances around the whole of humanity as though skipping through a grove of statues.” It flows better now. 🙂
Wow. Mythology! I love it! Though I prefer the Olympians than the Titans.
One generation’s Titans are an older generation’s Olympians. And this was the imagery that I was working with. It just worked and happened that way. 🙂 And thank you for your kind words.