Short stories and Other Whatnots

Melancholy

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

A life adorned with all things lovely,

I’ve never known anything outside the comforts of my chateau,

This made me bewildered by what the world had to throw

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

My parents spoiling me rotten,

Although that never made my heart turn to stone,

It made me unfamiliar with woe

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

My crowning glory garlanded with rubies and sapphires,

I’ve never experienced telling tales of the dead by the campfire,

My parents kept me in a mansion in the country of Hampshire.

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

Never hearing a word by Poe,

But then my curiosity reached its limit,

And then to the library I go.

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

I am in my vast library,

I have read the poems and tales of despair and misery,

I’ve grown to love the eerie; it’s embedded on my mind clearly

I’ve lived a life of luxury,

I’ve finished all the tales of misery,

I thought I’d end up with a man in holy matrimony,

But instead, I fell in love with melancholy.