Lorick #37:

I am known for my hair, once so fine!

Through injustice was made serpentine!

Thence my looks petrified -

I gave birth as I died -

my head bagged, and despoiled, and enshrined!

But first, we solve #38 - here it is one last time:

I am stricken by loss, so it's told

my mad grieving a thing to behold

of my friends I'm uncertain

i hear spies behind curtains

And it's vengeance, not grief, fills my soul