Melancholy.

If I shall wait
Crouched over this pane
Will I petrify? 

Become timeless;
A façade, a
Decoration? Will you study me?
 
I will warp and I
Will wane;
Imbrued with the pewter fluids of Le Lune:

I should be cherry,
I should be Sanguine,
I should be buried,
I wait: 

Listless,
A Lorelei to Melancholy-
Through;
My happy deeds,
Excessive feasts;
Her voice still sings -
From inside this cliff-strewn flesh,
A dormant tide. 

If I shall move
Make straight my arch
Will I cease? 

Climax in an instant,
A crescendo, a
Bloodbath? Will you forget me?