foxtales contest entry :) "Narcissus"
Hair of night, with a volcanic glow,
Show me the path where love doth grow.
If thou are real, I can not say.
For my mind has begun to fray.
I stare at you and bite my lip,
and feel my heart begin to skip.
When I sweep my gaze across you,
Your eyes do the same thing too.
What a pair we are destined to be.
Time to shackle myself to thee.
This is a modern re-imagining of the greek myth of Narcissus who was cursed to adore his own reflection until he wasted away.
👌 bravo
Thanks :) Was nice to break out some poetry for a change, as opposed to horror comics haha.