Devoid of kindness
A curse rendered her mute
Only when spoken to could she follow suit
Yet, in her sorrow, she found some reprieve
A whisper in the air, a man’s voice on the breeze
Turned sour, his heart cold
As he refused her loving plea
Threw her from his form
With such spite
Such heartless cruelty
Narcissus sealed his fate
And he withered in his pride
Lingered by the lake
Forced to love his own reflection
Until death broke his gaze
Ethereal Chronicles 
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