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