• I. Sing to me of the man muse,
    Sing of Proud Narcissus
    Who so loosely held the hearts of
    Women in his left hand,
    While clutching a mirror in his right.
    Sing to me muse,
    And sing to him too.

    II. Cursed,
    Ever cursed.
    To follow the words
    Of others, but
    Never able to speak
    Of the selfless love
    Of which my voice
    Is bound to.

    III. Sweet Narcissus touched his lips
    To the distilled water,
    Bathed in sunlit beauty
    And transparent tears.
    Slipping past
    The boundary of earth,
    Decaying through heaven and hell.
    Head and heart sunk,
    Down towards the abyss,
    Forever falling,
    Forever falling.
    Never obtaining the secret peace
    Which gods hold
    From their mortal reach.
    The coward goes to hell,
    But the selfish doesn’t deserve
    Any such comfort.

    IV. Emerging,
    Beauty only visible to others.
    Following, ever following
    The bright sun.
    Narcissus remains,
    Bound to the earth
    By feeble roots, cursed
    Himself to remain in this
    Hell of a mortal world.

    V. Echo.
    Cursed,
    Ever cursed.
    Following,
    Ever following.
    Searching and wandering,
    The nomad of voices.
    A stranger,
    To each who passes.