Villanelle: Oscar Victorius


Villanelle: Oscar Victorius
 
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   The intruder lies dimly in your place
Will he die for you were he your true mate
 
Soft the dark wind taps in every haste late
   Makes your darling come lie by your fire-place
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
 
Harsh words stifle your heart uttered so late
   Behind closed doors locked by fear on your face
Will he die for you were he your true mate
 
Will he run as fast as feet duplicate
   When you tug at the bed-sheets of his race
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
 
Whose screams you heard in your embattled state
   Before four blasts broke the silence of your grace
Will he die for you were he your true mate
 
Now your voice shrieks still behind the loud gate
   What mindless mistake takes you out of space
Lock not the door in the face of your fate
   Will he die for you were he your true mate.
 
© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

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