fate love and innocence scorned.pdf
What tresses spun of finest silk Athene darest to bind,
What eyes of rich mahogany that pierce the depths of mine!
What lust lies deep in trust to meet the hand of this Adonis,
Lips to speak the vows and keep our spirits tied in promise!
Narcissus the bold!
Narcissus the vain!
A golden statue born to bring me agony and pain!
I find no fault in fam’ed form, as fair as Triton’s seas,
So sure as all the heavens hail, the failings lie in me.
To cry and cry, with no avail, a shadow shyly bleating,
Cast away, I lastly pray may some god hear my pleading!
Narcissus the far!
Narcissus the cold!
Your frigid shoulder has me held in tragedy untold!
And so I leave you with a voice, rent from body still,
The only words a mockery, kept living in my will,
A phantom of a fading face that faltered as unseen,
An evanescent echo of a godforsaken dream.