Love-Lorn Fallen Angel redux
This isn’t a real villanelle (I’m not sure) I guess here’s the unedited version
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
To excavate and dredge the deep sorrow
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
This drowning is a rite of unending dread
I’ll feel it yet deeper on the morrow
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
I’ve fallen, fallen, fallen, yet I’m not dead
I’m ravaged for your fevered words, unsaid
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
Darker, darker; my heart is the evil I borrow
Your hard head has exhumed my heart’s deathbed
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
My Halo’s soul dimmed as Death I have wed
These choices I’ve made created a Heaven embargo
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
My wings chopped for fury of my love-lorn dread
I clutch onto your ghost as my light starts to go
My heart begs to exhume your hard head
You’ve become my pure cacoethes instead
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Comments (5)
This piece reads like a dramatic confession a raw and compelling portrayal of love, loss and self undoing. Truly gripping.
It is still a powerful piece Sis
Oooo, I think I like this one more than the previous one hehehe
Nicely done 😊
Your subtitle made me giggle~ It's always fun and challenging to write in a new style, I think you did a great job!