The Melancholy

When my gashes crash everyday

Drown me in dark abysmal bay.

Where Melancholy snarls not to stray

Thousands of victims subjected to decay. 

I sternly oppose her dauntless foray

Condemns prison and start to pray.

Curse it's aggression covers their way

And appeals her don't put delay.

She quietly murmurs and patiently say

I lull deceived battered by Gray.

That expelled to perish from Lay

Narrated by their beloved false way.

 So my darkness of illusion removed

I happily stay there and bloomed.