"It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And the angels sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued."

genuinely can't even begin to explain this one, but i loved it nonetheless. i had to pull up the wikipedia for it to figure out what it was really about. this poem is so gothic and dark, it's said to imply that "human life is mad folly ending in hideous death, the universe is controlled by dark forces man cannot understand [...]" (stolen from wikipedia, which explained it far greater than i ever could).