Melancholy, I know thee well
For together it was that we formed this
Somewhat archaic,
And far from placid Hell.
But I long for so much more,
To break these bonds
To settle this fight.
Courage now I ask for, as you heard me right.
No longer the whipping boy, I rescind my love
We’ve gone past contrite.
What more is there? Came your ponderous voice
For now, I only seek your silence
Too long berated by your incessant noise.
I yearn for the great big “more”
To be more than shallow,
More than special, indeed,
To be more than a man.
To be the legend on every lip
Master of the seas!
Both every swell and every ship.
No man or beast to stand before me
Not even he of horned head and cloven foot.
To illuminate the heavens, and manipulate their cosmic dance.
To truly, embrace the celestial
To give God no second chance.
These are the length and breadth of my yearnings
Impossible, beyond all certainty.
Oh melancholy you sweet, sweet thing,
Return to me now
To nullify my mind
And poison all I think.
Tie these hands so they no longer grasp
Not for Heaven, not for glory, and least of all,
For love.
To inscribe my name on immutable existence?
Ha, a laughable task
Beloved melancholy
Envelop me in you
Until I breathe my last.