MELANCHOLY

Thy soothing grace,

Marred and depraved,

Darkened thou hast made me.

I lost, I lost, to thy frigid embrace.

I am cold; I shiver, yet thou ridest me to doom.

From dust thou camest, a dwelling for my soul.

Thy doom is great; thou art my poison.

I came forth to be born into thy darkness.

Infected by thy desires,

Fear ye not the doom we share?

Fear ye not our darkness?

Fear ye not death itself?

Lust and darkness ride thee,

And make thee forget

That thou art but human,

Fragile, sodden, deranged.

Forgotten shalt thou be

If thou permit this dwelling

To corrupt thy soul.

Key explanation:

Melancholy explores the consuming nature of darkness, lust, and despair, portraying them as both a soothing refuge and a poison to the soul. It is a lamentation of humanity's fragility, a warning against the desires that gradually corrupt us, and a solemn reminder that beneath our darkest temptations, we remain only human, vulnerable to the very things we embrace.