Narcissus-X rebounds from ragged rhyming rhapsodies of extinction.
For naught is Narcissus-X concerned with tales of woe imagined far away and long ago.
Draconian coils of disparaging doom pose stark contrast to reams of redolent rotifers. Dream on, dream dark dreams, drink deeply drams of dank philosophies while red-eyed loons tiptoe through the tulips. Do any see? Do any seek? Do any shatter the obsidian skies?
Obsidian skies loom over Narcissus-X. Are the lights stars? Or tiny cracks?
Down, down, down, delve deeper still and find the eggs of mistaken metaphors. Heed them not, for crystal penguins prowl.