The Narcissist's Fate
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The Narcissist's Fate
I asked my love to stay with me,Because dusk would soon bring the night.But she wouldn't understand howGrave at gloaming1 was her plight2.
5 For I had lost another loveAs the moon began soaring high.I couldn't rush to protect herBecause a curséd soul am I.
For when the dusk melts away in10 The firm, unyielding grasp of night,
Satan has me in his power,And I'm a weakling of a wight3.
Yea, with day's light ebbs4 my strength, andI am condemned that I should die,
15 If I should ever venture outBeneath the moon's allwatchful eye.
I am no vampire nor werewolf.Indeed, I am not nocturnal5,For no creature of the night's
20 Received a hex6 so infernal7.
1 gloaming: twilight2 plight: peril, problem3 wight: human4 ebbs: fades5 nocturnal : creature of the night6 hex: curse7 infernal : hellish
For a witch's spell's bound to meFor rejecting her advances,That now by night shall perish allOf my flings and true romances.
25 I should have seen her as she was,The soul that's jealously cursed meThat I might never have true love,To remain dreadful and lonely.
But how can I tell my love30 That she is in mortal danger?
For every second she stays hereShe thinks I'm a little stranger.
Perhaps she believes that my pleas8
But mask my carnal appetite.35 Since she won't be entreated9, I
Tell her, "Make haste10 while there's still light."
I know now as I close the doorThat I may never again seeThe vision I was wont11 to hold
40 Like an angel in Jubilee12.
On the morrow I rise early,Hoping against my hope I'd seeHer whole and healthy like heraldsWelcome banners with fleurdelis13.
8 my pleas: for her to stay9 entreated: persuaded10 make haste: hurry11 wont: desirous12 Jubilee: the promised land, heaven, a happy state13 fleurde l is: A flower known as an Iris, which was often used in medieval heraldry
45 "Isn't it strange," the healer said,Lancing away at rancid boils,"That the troll14 has taken her soQuickly that all her beauty spoils?
He's given her pneumonia, too.50 I'll have to bleed the monster out."
As he slit her arms green blood oozedLike slime from a clogged water spout.
"You'd better call a priest in, son,To give her the Extreme Unction15.
55 I'm not sure how much longer herBody'll be able to function."
With the anguish of the guilty,I ran to find our local friar.But I found the abbey16 empty
60 Because he'd traveled from our shire17.
And now my lovely love suffers,And she'll die without the Last Rites.The witch has hindered her soul's fate18,Just like my happiness she blights19.
14 troll : In the Dark Ages, many sicknesses were attributed to having trolls and goblins living within one's body.
15 Extreme Unction: Last Rites16 abbey: church, monastery17 shire: region similar to a county18 hinders. . . fate: a person who dies without the Last Rites is at a sore
disadvantage per Catholic belief, since they still have sins on their soul and could not receive salvation.
19 blights: destroys
65 They take her corpse far out of townWith neither rosemary nor sage20
To douse the smell nor flowers toLine her grave. Nothing will assuage21
My filthy conscience nor the rage70 That reins supreme now in my breast;
It's the witch's fault that her heart'sStationary22 within her chest.
I dread to think of wooingThis cruel witch whose heart is pitch black ,
75 But that might be the only wayTo get vengeance and freedom back.
I will go down to her grotto23.I'll court this wicked witch from hell,And soon enough I'll be released
80 From the taint24 of this hellspawn's spell.
"Finally come for me, love?"Questioned the sorceress's croon,As she looked up from where she satEating the brains of a baboon.
85 "I have, my lady," I answered."I knew eventually this dayWould come, and though warts cover mySkin, you would look the other way."
20 rosemary nor sage: calming embalming spices used in the Dark Ages for the purpose noted
21 assuage: placate, calm22 stationary: motionless23 grotto: cave, lair24 taint: curse, filth
"What has happened to your beauty?"90 She replied, "Magic has its price.
Looks are a petty sacrificeFor power," She said scratching lice.
"You've heard the rumor, and it's true,That a witch must give demons suck.
95 They latch on my warts25 and feast onMy beauty like it were a duck ,
And when they have drained all of it,They then feed on my emotions.But I take from them the art of
100 Runes, mysticism, and potions."
A zealous light glowed in her eye;Insanity rotted her mind.The delirium26 of black artsHad her once pure soul much maligned27.
105 Once she was considered pretty;She doted on my every wish.But she would never have my heart,Since I had given it to Trish.
"Then shall we try our love anew?"110 She asked, never fearing that worse
Would chance. "I'd like that, but ICan't love someone who does me curse."
25 that a witch. . . warts: One of the signs of a witch was a mole, because they were called witch's tits, where the demons would latch on and “breastfeed.”
26 del ir ium: crazed intoxication27 mal igned: harmed
"Give your word that you'll love me, shouldI now release you from the spell."
115 "You have it and my heart." This vowLater made me fain28 be in hell.
As soon as her incantation29
My previous enchantment broke,She rushed to my arms for a hug
120 She ne'er received, for I did choke
Her with all the vengeancePent up inside from my losses.When she stopped flailing, I released.She collapsed atop the mosses
125 That covered the dank floor where sheHad taken refuge in despair.Her body began to smolder;There was a violent blast of air.
And though she'd died, her words echoed130 Deep within my mind, "Man that I
Loved, though thou hast no feelings orCompassion in thy heart or eye,
Thou shalt no longer have bodyOr form, thou narcissistic30 wretch,
135 Now never shall thy sinister31
Looks another fragile heart catch.
28 fain: wish, long29 incantation: chanted spell30 narc iss ist ic: vain31 sinister: evil
Love shall never more be thine, andNever again shall thy lips kiss.Thou shalt live forever as thou
140 Art; thou shalt never have true bliss.
Thou shalt be a shadow of aMan, a shade32 that cannot expire33,For thou wast not able to love.Only those who love can retire
145 To the realms of the dead, for theyAre the only ones who lived. ThouNever hadst true love, thus ne'erLived. There is no hope for thee now.
Thou shalt be without a love to150 Love thee, without a true warm vein.
Thou hast caused me to be a witch,Ergo, thou must now go insane.
Thou shalt surely pass from one formTo another, and e'er exist
155 Without life, death, pleasure, and love;And on shadows shalt thou subsist34.
Thou shalt ne'er have company inHell, where I belong for my crimes.But Hell shall be more pleasant than
160 Thy "life," as thou shalt see betimes35.
32 shade: ghost33 expire: die34 subsist: live meagerly35 betimes: soon enough
It pains me, and I repent for'Twas not the girls' fault thou didst pineFor their affection and spurn mine.They did nothing; the fault is thine.
165 Guilt harrows my soul for havingE'er those innocents afflictedWith plague and ague36 and death, and notHaving thine own neck constricted.
Thy vanity caused me to be170 A witch and brought this curse on all
Of us—your girls, yourself, and me.Thy pride hast engineered our fall37.
Thus thou shalt pass eternityAlone and unable to die.
175 Thou shalt be a mere figment38, anImagination of the eye."
As the wind and her words faded,My form began to melt away.In trembling horror I became
180 A shadow cursed to ne'er see day.
There were others I had courtedBefore, but they forgot my name.The society I once lovedNever looked upon me again,
36 ague: severe fever37 pr ide. . . fal l : see Proverbs 16:1838 f igment: illusion
185 For they saw only a shadowThat tickled their cursed memory.I would haunt forever withoutLove's blessings. I was emery39,
And daylight was my cruel torture190 That kept me from having free reign
Of motion. By night I traveled,Seeking beauties in my domain40.
Through the darkness I would creep toTheir beds and stoop to give a kiss.
195 But my presence they would sense, andTheir lamps would seek what was amiss41.
My victims kept the witch's curseIn efficacy42 alway.It's a shame; I was quite handsome
200 Before she took my form away.
From The Dementia of Iyan IgmaCopyleft 2007/2008 by Iyan IgmaCreative Commons AttributionNoncommercialNo Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
39 emery: dark gray40 domain: sphere, realm. In this case, darkness.41 amiss: wrong, out of place42 in ef f icacy: enforced