My dismal death, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you die, weep and cry,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the somber sky.

Let me compare you to a depressed bay.
You are more jolly and melancholy
Sad breezes flap the poly-dancers of May,
And the springtime has the clad bialy.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your mystic knife, sadness and blood.
Thinking of your glad sadness fills my days.
My love for you is the manifest mud.

Now I must away with a sombre heart,
Remember my mad words whilst we’re apart.