Thespian Hunter with locks
unshorn
Beautiful Warrior and
River-born
Thou Narcissus, from water
depths I call
And resurrect thee from
thy fatal fall.
No man or woman on this
earth
Neither from common folk
or noble birth
The icon of thine soul’s
true Divinity
Could mortal men ever wish
they be.
They chased thee in
frenzy, both day and night,
And when they could not
catch thee, they cursed the light,
And called the vengeance of
gods upon all thine days
Until thou foundest thee in
thine own watery gaze.
A god in the water with a
haunting stare
With shapely red lips and
wavy black hair
And a face that shone
brighter than a hundred suns
Forging a bond where Thou
and God are One.
Reaching out to a beauty
never before seen
Towards the sight of thine
true God thou didst lean
And in the water, thou
gave that God all thine power
And graced this earth with
thine Holy Flower.
O Narcissus, who didst die
for love of self and God
Immortalized in myth, I
give thee laud
Awaken in me a sacred love
of me
To look at God and to be
what I see.
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