I love myself,
that isn't wrong,
it only is my reflection, after all.
and in the cool mirror water,
truth floats to the surface like so many
dead fish,
so I know that what I see is real.
none in the world can compare to me,
not even the famed beauty of the love goddess.
none in the world can love me save for
myself,
for my lovely visage is for mine eyes alone.
yes, yes, I will sacrifice myself to hades,
for only in death will I be safe from
onlookers who wish to steal
my beauty.
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Lyre
PoetryA book of poems, mostly connecting to Greek mythology. If there's a myth of any culture you'd like to see a poem for, PM me and I'll see what I can do! . . . who else will tell of the broken heroes, myths that never spoke to hearts like yours and mi...
