Veracity

Format of a villanelle. Needs editing.

 

Only the crows know of those honest lies,

Of whence they came, of conquered lives,

So we stand silent as the daylight dies.

 

Nay, we know nothing of our own demise,

Nothing of our lovers’ cold hidden knives,

Only the crows know of those honest lies.

 

Yea we cast our gaze to the solemn skies,

Staring, waiting until the dark arrives,

So we stand silent as the daylight dies.

 

We neither cast down nor assume disguise,

But greet with veiled deception, our wives;

Only the crows know of those honest lies.

 

The sun screams promises of death, and cries

On something most foul that never forgives,

So we stand silent as the daylight dies.

 

How should thee know when thy way is unwise,

Or if love does not reward but deprives?

Only the crows know of those honest lies,

So we stand silent as the daylight dies.

Reviews

[piggy]

Wow. What amazing rhyming. Feel proud. Thank you.