A Narcissist

                                                                                                                                            

-LittleFawn

(A Tale of Self-Worship and Fragile Grace)

I wake to the dawn, and what do I see?
A man so divine, could it truly be me?
Golden hair that glows like the morning sun,
Skin so flawless, it rivals everyone.
I step closer, drawn by the sight,
Yet it’s a mirror—my own delight.
Ah, how can such beauty exist in this land?
A curse to the dull, a grace so grand.

They call me Narcissus, though I’m no Greek,
A freak, they whisper, yet I’m unique.
Perhaps it’s envy; they cannot compare,
My dazzling aura is too much to bear.
If beauty itself had to name its king,
A mirror’s reflection is what they’d bring.
Ah, ha ha! Beauty unmatched, elegance untold,
What more does life need but this vision of gold?

Yet I ponder, does my beauty betray?
What havoc might it bring, what minds could it sway?
What if their reason crumbles under my grace,
Losing themselves in my angelic face?
So I decline their love—though none have yet dared,
Too blinded by splendor to even be spared.
Who but I can endure this allure,
For my love of myself is steadfast and pure.

Crack... Shatter...
The mirror gives way—it could not last,
Even glass bows to beauty so vast.
Ha ha ha! A moment to rejoice,
For the world has been graced with my silken voice.
Rejoice, you mortals, and love what you see,
For none will compare to the angel in me.

Oh, humble yourselves, ye lesser race,
And learn from the mirror, now laid to waste.
In loving oneself lies a truth profound,
For no greater beauty shall ever be found.