Narcissus
The eyes of my lady,
sweet pools of Narcissus,
reflect back ideas
I see in my mind,
entrap and enchant me
with love of myself
as seen through the shimmering
eyes of my lady.
My Vices
My dragons are so picturesque
I know not how to kill them;
I watch the warm and sunny skies
as dragons swarm to fill them.
They grow from little pup-like cubs
to mountains soaring high
with flames so fierce and searing hot
that near them all things die.
But, oh! when endless numbers fly
and chaos wreak on all
I still can't kill the splendid things
though all the world should fall.
