Take the left-hand, darker path alone;
ignore the easy, well-lit way,
the sinister choice remains unknown.
Though no crossroad–choice is shown,
and soul-tolls you will have to pay,
take the left-hand, darker path, alone.
The strait-way's final gate is known,
no hurdle will the route gainsay;
take the left-hand, darker path, alone.
'Ere the final trump is blown
and imps and demons come out to play
take the left-hand, darker path, alone.
While the damned and curséd writhe and moan,
and the sky by turns is black and grey,
take the left-hand, darker path, alone.
Stand you before the Jackal's throne
reduced to less then mortal clay;
take the left-hand darker path, alone
the sinister choice remains unknown.
Comments
MaggieG | September 6, 2011 - 13:03
As far as I am concerned you deserve a medal for just trying a villanelle. They irritate the hell out of me ! Finding that strange breath in them ? Grrrr !
"A Villanelle: I find these forms (perhaps due to the repetitions involved)tend to produce the ritualistic and the arcane, like some litanies from the church. Or perhaps I've just no imagination."
Actually I think you observation is quite accurate. Most people I know who write today , while still using "form" ? It is like the brain transports itself to another time. Form is without any doubt in my mind the toughest poetry to write and master, and to place it in a modern setting, even harder. No one sees my "form" poems. They are horrid ! lol ( Yours are ten times better ) Keep going ! :)
maggyvaneijk | September 7, 2011 - 03:24
I admire your poetic craftsmanship Ewan!