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