Vain Veins

Vines coil around the rocks like snakes

The overgrown weeds

Suffocate that place

Once, there used to be a pool

Of glimmering larimar

And his name would echo in the dark

Long ago, a hunter renowned for beauty

Would stare at that pond

Looking at a reflection

He couldn’t recall

Now, there exists nothing more

But the remains of Nemesis’ tricks

Narcissus blooms in the graveyard springs