Villanelle For the Death of Archery

There are far too many things that you don't know The revelry and squalor tucked away It's time to pull the curtain on my show A million little boxes in a row To bury or to swallow was the game There are far too many things that you don't know Choked it down the prickles of my throat Then replaced my shovel with a spade It's time to pull the curtain on my show The perfect Swedish angel in the snow The sickness that I still feel to this day There are far too many things that you don't know I loved you then I love you now and so Painful that it has to be this way It's time to pull the curtain on my show Complacency and solemn still the bow The quivver and the arrows won't obey There are far too many things that you don't know It's time to pull the curtain on my show