Sin Song

The following poem is one of my favorite forms of verse, the villanelle. Villanelles are both fun and challenging to write, as they call for iambic pentameter (10 syllable lines) and an ordered repetition of two lines. Some famous villanelles you might have read are Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" and Sylvia Plath's "Mad Girl's Love Song" (a personal favorite, being mad and all ;)

So, here is my shot at the villanelle form.

Sin Song

Where visions of diablerie belong,

I find the trace in these deceiving dreams

That scoff at my own ancient godly song.

They breed desire with glowing siren songs,

Magic seduction with sorcery creams

Where visions of diablerie belong.

Weird romance kisses pink lace dreams along,

Light of aurora demons shine the beams

That scoff at my own ancient godly song.

Burning inside I forget that I long

By icing the fire with Lucifer’s themes

Where visions of diablerie belong.

Shards of black ice are a shattering gong

That wakes me to swim from bloody cut streams

That scoff at my own ancient godly song.

I will rise from the oozy bed of wrong,

Yell victory to oblivion’s screams,

Where visions of diablerie belong

That scoff at my own ancient godly song.