Narcissus.

 

“Tear me away from my mirror
And I promise I shall die”,

 

The ancient lover named Narcissus
Was reputed to madly cry,

 

“I love this moon faced image
This man that I call Me,

 

 

 

And to close my besotted eyes
I deride as blasphemy,

 

For the mirror has no mouth to lie
Its reflection is my rhyme,

 

For though shining dumb it speaks the Truth!
Through a face that I call Mine!

 

Lost in this labyrinth of living
An age falls at my feet,

 

Young and old both flail in dust
But no one dare I greet,

 

Raging eyes and manic stare
Bind me in my world,

 

I’m hypnotised by my handsome face
My heart’s a flame unfurled,

 

So the trickery of the Serpent
I shall suffer to resist,

 

Seeing myself in all that I glance
Narcissus is all that exists!”