Immortal Melancholy

This same sorrowful solstice crept in More fiercely than ever before; And the lamented soul from within Howls in somber, grieving its loathsome lore. How must it stay away from thine ether? For thine ether grows to be overachieved, But it lingers untouched from neither, Longing for an escape you never would've believed. Eager to flee this world of soil and seas; The essence of ambition in arts and the past hunger Thrives upon the people it ought never to please. Though this ether's murmur couldn't go on any longer, It was becoming grim to pull off a convincing act. However, its fabled, trembling destiny will begin. And this perpetual mortal knew for a fact, This same sorrowful solstice crept in.