This is a little poetry thing written about January 9th for my Pre AP English II class. It's a villanelle, and it meets the criteria, but it probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense, which, considering it was written in one hustled evening (two if you'll let me count the evening before when I developed a general idea of the thing), is probably validated. I figured I'd post it here for *shrugs* reasons.

It's about death and a song of death, in case you couldn't tell, and it got me a good grade and an, "I almost cried while reading this!" note from my teacher, so it got the job done. Just something to either sober up your day or give you a good laugh.

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Villanelle for the Passing

I know a tune, and I shall sing,
The lyrics weave, the message dark,
The notes and rhythm, slow receding.

'Tis a lyre, soft, evoking,
Sad yet warm; a mourning spark.
I know a tune, and I shall sing.

Recalled only by men on death's wing,
Engraved on tombs buried deep in our hearts,
The notes and rhythm, slow receding.

Agony, isolation, a bed of red bleeding,
A soldier's plea, a man's last hark,
"I know a tune, and I shall sing."

Listen, see, where it is leading;
The tune stretches, a field scorched stark,
The notes and rhythm, slow receding.

The pain of obligation, never diminishing.
A brother's spear, a brother's heart.
I know a tune, and I shall sing.
The notes and rhythm, slowly receding.

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I've decided that, if you are not a master in the art of creating a glorious villanelle, they are a rather annoying type of poetry to learn.

Review if you care to!