In lands of old where legends dwell,
Where gods and nymphs cast their spell,
A tale of love and longing's plight,
Shall fill your heart with wondrous light.
Oh, Dreamer, lend your ear to me,
For Echo and Narcissus's story, you'll see.
In words that rhyme, in couplets fine,
A mythic journey, yours to enshrine.
Within enchanted forests deep,
Where secrets whispered in shadows creep,
A nymph named Echo, with voice divine,
Once chattered merrily, full of rhyme.
In contrast, a youth, so fair and bold,
Narcissus, with beauty to behold,
Yet, his heart remained as cold as ice,
An enigma veiled in his own device.
Now, Dreamer, heed this fateful lore,
As Echo yearns for something more,
And Narcissus, lost in self-desire,
Dances with a reflection of fire.
So lend your ear, oh Dreamer dear,
To Echo and Narcissus, draw near,
Their story unfolds in ancient lands,
A mythic dance, where fate commands.
Now harken closely, for you shall find,
A lesson deep within your mind,
In this audiodrama, truths will gleam,
Love's reflection, or so it may seem.
Stay tuned, Dreamer, for chapters five,
Of love, reflection, and souls alive,
Echoes of a Dreamer, with lessons sage,
In poetic rhythm, it takes the stage.


Chapter 1: The Voice of Echo

In a time of old, when gods roamed the earth,
And nymphs sang enchanting songs of great worth,
Amidst verdant woods where the shadows play,
A nymph named Echo came to hold sway.

With tresses of red and eyes like the night,
Her voice was a symphony, pure and bright.
In laughter and mirth, she would joyfully sing,
Her melodies lifted on zephyr's wing.

But one fateful day, her fate took a turn,
When mighty Hera's anger did churn.
In a jealous rage, the goddess decreed,
Echo's voice would echo, her words to impede.

No longer could she speak with her own voice,
She could only repeat, without a choice.
Yet, Echo's heart remained gentle and kind,
She longed to express what lay in her mind.

In the woods, she would wander, unseen and unheard,
A mere reflection of others' every word.
Her soulful eyes sought a love to adore,
But her echo remained a barrier… a door.

Dreamer, listen closely, for the tale unfolds,
Of love unrequited, and hearts left in cold.
As Echo's voice echoes through the forest's embrace,
A love story commences, with sorrow and grace.

With rhymes of yore and verses of yule,
We venture deeper into this mythic pool.
Stay with me, Dreamer, and you shall find,
The tale of Echo and Narcissus, entwined.

Chapter 2: The Curse of Narcissus

Born to a curse, his fate did tell,
A heart encased in icy shell,
Blessed with looks beyond compare,
Yet love's true touch he couldn't bear.

Upon his birth, a prophecy rang,
That love would be his cruelest pang,
For none would win Narcissus' embrace,
Nor Could kindle love or find their place.

With every glance from his eyes so bright,
He left admirers in endless plight,
Their hearts in pieces, shattered, torn,
As he turned away from love's sweet thorn.

Beneath the moon's ethereal light,
Narcissus roamed through the forest's night,
Where a shimmering pool did glisten and gleam,
Reflecting the heavens, a heavenly dream.

And there, by fate or destiny's hand,
Narcissus beheld a sight so grand,
His own reflection, striking and bold,
A vision of beauty, to behold.

Entranced he stood, no movement made,
His heart and soul, in vanity swayed,
He fell in love with his mirrored reflection,
A love that knew no true affection.

For in that pool, he found delight,
A love so hollow, a pride so bright,
His heart consumed by his own reflection,
No room for others, no true connection.

Thus, dear Dreamer, in this mythic tale,
We learn of hearts that love does ail,
For self-love, though a fleeting grace,
Leads to emptiness, a lonesome space.


Chapter 3: The Enchantment of Echo

Fair Echo, her voice, a beguiling art,
A muse of nature, a song in her heart.
Once merry and gay, in woods she'd play,
Her laughter danced through the day.
But the queen of gods, with jealous eyes,
Took umbrage at her laughter's rise.
Yet Echo's heart, a spark within,
Longed for love, a heartfelt spin.
Through emerald glades, she'd roam and roam,
Hoping to find her soul's true home.
Then, fate's design, two paths align,
A chance encounter, by the moon's soft shine,
Narcissus, the youth of dazzling grace,
A figure that gods and mortals would chase.
From mountaintop to vale below,
The tales of Narcissus' beauty would grow,
Yet cold his heart, with ego's might,
He shunned the hearts that sought his light.
As Echo's gaze, through love's haze,
Caught sight of Narcissus' radiant rays,
Her heart ablaze, in love's embrace,
She yearned to reveal her hidden face.
But the curse profound, an echo's sound,
Her words in vain, they did rebound,
To speak of love, her voice denied,
Yet still, her heart would not subside.
Through twilight's gleam, she'd softly dream,
Of a way to bridge the silent stream,
To make him see, to make him know,
The love that set her heart aglow.
In woods they'd meet, their fate complete,
The nymph and youth, destined to greet,
She, a whisper, he, a reflection,
A dance of hearts, a strange connection.
Oh, Echo knew, her love untrue,
For Narcissus' heart was icy blue,
Bound to a love he could not return,
Her soul for him, a fire to burn.
In sorrow's swell, she bid farewell,
To love's illusion, her heart's sad spell,
And in the woods, she'd roam and moan,
Her love unclaimed, her heart alone.
But Dreamer, dear, do not despair,
For myths and legends often bear,
A deeper truth, a moral seed,
To sow within, and hearts to feed.


Chapter 4: Transformation

In shadows deep, the tale does creep,
Where Echo's heart and Narcissus meet.
Their paths converge, a destiny sealed,
A tapestry of love and longing revealed.
Echo, cursed to echo others' speech,
Her heart's desire she cannot reach.
But love knows not the bounds of sound,
And in silence, true feelings are found.
Narcissus, lost in his reflection,
Admiring his own perfect complexion.
A heart untouched by others' plight,
Obsessed with self, his soul took flight.
"My lovely Narcissus," she longed to say,
Yet all she could were words in replay.
Her voice entranced, but he saw her not,
A love unrequited, a love forgot.
And there, beside the shimmering pool,
Narcissus gazed, a self-made fool.
For in that pool of crystal clear,
Narcissus saw what he held dear.
Echo wept, her heart undone,
A love lost, a battle never won.
Narcissus wept, his soul in strife,
The love he sought was but his own life.
And so, the gods, with pity's grace,
Transformed them both, in that quiet place.
Echo, the nymph with the haunting voice,
Became the mountain, a song in every choice.
Her voice now heard in every breeze,
Amongst the leaves, through ancient trees.
Her love, forever in the sound,
A symphony of echoes all around.
Narcissus, too, a change befell,
A flower bloomed, his soul's farewell.
A golden center, petals white,
A symbol of self-love's eternal plight.


Chapter 5: Love and Reflection

The dreamer listens, entranced by the tale,
A deeper message beyond the veil.
For in this myth, a mirror we see,
Reflecting the truths that lie within thee.
Let not thy heart be cold as ice,
Nor lost in vanity's shallow vice.
Find love in echoes, soft and clear,
In giving and receiving, draw love near.
Embrace the beauty of others' hearts,
For love blooms not when self-love starts.
Learn from Echo and Narcissus's lore,
Love's true meaning to explore.
So Dreamer, hear this mythic verse,
Let its essence be your eternal nurse.
Love's reflection, the key to find,
In unity, the heart will bind.
The moral, Dreamer, hear it well,
As echoes of their tale I tell,
Beware the traps of vanity,
And find the beauty within, you see.
True love requires a heart that shares,
Not one that's lost in self-affairs,
In Echo's voice and Narcissus' reflection,
We find the path to true affection.
So heed this tale, dear Dreamer mine,
Let empathy and love entwine,
In Echoes of a Dreamer we told,
Embrace the moral, let it unfold.
Now go, dear Dreamer, and spread this lore,
To all who seek the heart's rapport,
In rhymes and echoes, let it be,
A tale of love, both wild and free.