Dear Alexander

Dear Alexander,

You slept with peace under your grand empire

Yet you decided the whole world was your desire

You wept for the stars, the moon, and thus the skies

As you were unhappy with the success before your eyes 

How dare a man be so bold and capricious

That the only source of joy was self-ambitious

You will never be happy with such perfection

Death attained by your own reflection 

A tragedy of a conqueror with a plated pedestal

From the jaws of victory, it was ruin that you stole 

A thief from joy who himself he robbed

In return, the heavens had never sobbed 

Your Admirer, Narcissus