Villanelle No 1
In my youth, I remember an innocent time
When I dreamt that big dreams would come true
But all those dreams have since been stolen.
Fate is made hard by the evil thoughts of men.
Tho' I strove for good, ill luck accrued.
In my youth, I remember an innocent time
When life was unscripted, the future was golden.
Dreams burned as bright as the morning sun's hue
But all those dreams have since been stolen.
Power is the motive behind the heart's assassin.
Thus, life hurts like a sword turned in the wound.
In my youth, I remember an innocent time
When I sought in vain the faith of a paladin
Who'd champion my cause, to be approved
But all those dreams have since been stolen.
God curses both the righteous and the wicked
But punishment without fault seems cruel.
In my youth, I remember an innocent time
But all those dreams have since been stolen.
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