A Poem

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme,

A dance of words in fleeting trance,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

Within each line, a subtle chime,

A structured song, a sweet romance,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.

Repeating patterns, so sublime,

Like echoes in a vast expanse,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

The first two lines, a rhythmic climb,

A gentle sway, a lover's chance,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.

The refrain comes, a bell to chime,

A recurring dream, a cosmic dance,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

Through stanzas woven, a paradigm,

Emotions twirl, a soulful trance,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.

In every turn, a paradigm,

The verses waltz, a sweet advance,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

The pen, a wand, a magic mime,

In ink, emotions intertwine,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.

Through winding words, a sacred climb,

A structured beauty, an artful lance,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

With each refrain, a subtle crime,

A stolen heart, a fateful chance,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme.

The final verse, a poignant mime,

A farewell in the moonlit trance,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.

A tapestry of words, a climb,

In every rhyme, a lover's dance,

In twilight's hush, a whispered rhyme,

A Villanelle unfolds in time.