Tales from the Bartender

A Mirror for Narcissus

Drowning in a pool of tears,
I find myself fighting for every breath,
Slowly slipping away to oblivion,

Death paddles with a silent disposition,
Ferrying me to an eternity in the underworld,
And yet I still cannot help but stare,

Stare into that, which has given me nothing but grief,
Stare into that, which has broken many a maiden,
I stare into my own bitter reflection,

Beauty that corrupts all that looks upon it,
Beauty that has cursed me with a life that has no love,
Absolute Vanity that burns every grain of my being,

I remember all that have look upon my splendor,
They stared with hollow eyes and empty passion,
Save for one, who looked at me and found love,

Loves sweet Echo was the last thing I heard,
Loves sweet Echo held me in her embrace,
Loves sweet Echo bid me farewell,

Nemesis was right; I am perfect
She lifted up the mirror and showed me the truth,
That loves sweet blossom isn’t enough,

For I have beauty that surpasses even the gods,
Beauty that needs no imperfect companion,
Beauty that is loves bitter ashes,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 5:58 AM