anxiety – Dcid Corvid

Villanelle 1

It is my dream that I end in fire.
If only for fear of the forlorn,
Dying without hope or desire.

Having never been a liar,
This claim I won’t adorn.
It is my dream that I end in fire.

I’m nothing, yet, to admire,
But, ‘til the end, I refuse the scorn
Of dying without hope or desire.

My body will someday tire,
It’s then I’ll be set alight, already well-worn.
It is then that I’ll end in fire.

Peace and calm are a myth of the prior,
See Christ, with his crown of thorn
Who died without hope, or desire.

With pounding heart, I know what I require.
Since the hour that I was born,
I have dreamt that I would end in fire,
Free today from hope or desire.

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Let the order be handed down,
Let the world know
That the traitor, this terror,
Is bound to be bound and burned.

For his crimes of neglect,
For his crime of betrayal,
Friends must forget forgiveness,
Kin can’t console the killer.

Dress him in the finest garb,
Dress him as a martyred hero,
For the finest of flattery
Makes the most morose mockery.

Set a torch under his aching feet.
Set a fire in the hearts of none.
Time won’t tarnish thought
Of fiends freely forgotten.

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I catch your glances,

Your eyes meeting mine

And shooting away again.

I see you.

Of course,

I see them during stares of my own.

Who could take their eyes off you?

Not me, not now.

But you must forgive me,

This is a dream of a path never taken.

I must beg pardon,

This is a memory I don’t know.

But I do know now,

And that my happiness in you

Is (wistfully) reciprocated.