Narcissus Vanity

by Maple Tree   Jan 11, 2012


Ivory goddess lay rigid, amongst a trail of emerald leaves

pale, limp, fingers gripping a narcissus bulb against her bosom

sacrificing her own breath, just to love the man in the mirror

demonic passion sang in his eyes, poisonous kisses devoured her soul

before she could grip his pulsating heart, to join as one

he banished her to die alone, where the owls become her angels

for his vanity became legend, walking away from her for all eternity

remembering her as a beauty, instead of a demonic flower

In death is beauty, passion of the lost souls forever remains a mystery.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    He banished her to die alone, where the owls become her angels

    - great line, i do wonder if you have a dictionary up there in your brain that pings out all these words and idea's for your poems!

    xx

  • 12 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Sacrificing her own breathe

    ^ ^ I think you meant breath? innocent typo :)

    demonic passion sang in his eyes, poisonous kisses devoured her soul
    ^^
    I loved that line. It really makes the reader sense the evil that is in this relationship. Your word choice was great here!

    Your last line was very intriguing and almost a little gut wrenching! I loved it!

  • 12 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    Deep and and descriptive for sure! Your words painted awesome imagery MT, esp. this one for me

    where the owls become her angels
    ^^^
    Thanks for posting this slice of darkness, I am enjoying it with my morning coffee. :)

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