Son of the river god, Narcissus
Flowed with eternal beauty.
Those who saw his face fell
Instantly in love.
With the beauty of a lily
And yet the thorns of a rose
All love was unrequited
Every heart ripped apart.
Narcissus rejected them all.
The gods decided
Justice should be brought
Upon Narcissus.
For once he should feel
The pain of a broken heart.
The river was his downfall
It held the reflection of his face
So full of beauty
Narcissus could not
Turn away.
He fell deeply in love
With his reflection.
And this is where he remains
To this very day
Lost within himself.