lady melancholy

by Ebone J., 17

Her name is Melancholy,
The heartbreaker,
The silent killer,
Yet, so too is she the inspirer.

Deathly beautiful is she,
Spurring men to create wonders,
Paintings and poems made in her name,
And a young man’s first flame.

Dear Melancholy,
With words encouraging,
But bittersweet,
Takes my hand.

But something is different,
Her touch chills to the bone,
The paths she takes me down lead me astray,
Melancholy was woman no more.

Its name is Melancholy,
The betrayer,
The man-killer,
And no friend of mine.
Waterloo, Iowa