Cruel melancholy and rage
Your tempestuous celestial ruse
tis this poem's crimson page
Spite and torment sing
whilst sweet youth decay
thou wouldst be a hideous king
God's beautiful hellbound stray
No sun in thine heart
No heavenly stars to part
Your ugly tainted soul
in this your bottomless hole
The morning star's poetic tears
wouldst prey on my fears
