A villanelle in Pentameter


Death

Hollow cries and vacant eyes hold no sway,
He's noted his fra-il ghostly footprint,
and fate vies to cut the ties of his play.

Noone can keep His providence at bay,
We have no lifely judge, we mortal lint,
hollow cries and vacant eyes hold no sway.

His putrid vessel begins it's decay,
his mortal boundaries barely imprint,
and fate vies to cut the ties of our play.

On His passing whims no person holds say,
Declaring the devine with fire from flint,
hollow cries and vacant eyes hold no sway.

His sunken eyes now dull from red to grey,
though his body gives way, his soul now glints,
and fate vies to cut the ties of this play.

As we stand here on this most solemn day,
we pray a method in this He will hint,
hollow cries and vacant eyes hold no sway
and fate vies to cut the ties of this play.




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Written on 2011-09-28 at 10:57

Tags Death  Funeral  Villanelle 

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