Poetry and the Drinker of Mead

There seems to be another Drinker of Mead out in internet world, this time more of a poet than a drinker and you can find his/her work by doing a search on 'mead' at the Thicket of Thorns

This appealed to my Melancholic nature:

Drinker of Mead
Pointless existence
Now my unfortunate lot
It seems I have ceased

I am forsaken
Cannot hear her sweet whispers
Yet she still resides

In my shattered mind
Her image decomposes
And it seeps through me

I cannot forget
This unceasing agony
This one obsession

Again perhaps there is something to this world of Mead and Poetry.