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