Bloody Awful Poetry Day 2: The Villanelle, friend of the lovelorn

[brutti_ma_buoni]

Villanelle
By Spike, circa Normal Again*
Medium: Poetry
Rating: PG
*Like the form, he’s going round and round, turning in on himself with no escape


Desperation is our fuel
I’m blinded by her light
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool

Death is her art
The Slayer glows in every fight
Desperation is our fuel

This is an end, not a start
But I long to be a hero in her sight
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool

I’m a killer at heart
Is she the only human I’d never bite?
Desperation is our fuel

I play the love-fool’s part
Was there every such a hopeless vampire’s plight?
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool

So I watch her depart
The expression of my deepest feelings seems trite
Desperation is our fuel
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool

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