Echoes Of Vanity

His was beauty ethereal
Reflected to him in calm waters
All he admired
All he cared
was beauty of his own reflection

With a love not lost
yet cursed with a voice that repeats
She was a nymph mortal
Immortalized by her own reiterations

The fates erred
played a cruel jest
And her heart was arrested
By his soulful gaze

But,
It wasn’t a fairy tale
spun with false promises
Because,
He was the one
who rend her heart
into tiny million pieces

And along with the breeze
they floated,
lost somewhere in the mountains,
Echoing a sad tale
of a heart broken by vanity and pride
of a lover who loved himself
to his eventual demise

(This is based on the myth of Narcissus and Echo that I tried to bring about in the form of short poem, Hope y’all like it!!!! )