Thursday, January 28, 2016

Villanelle 1


Hair of fire, eyes of ice
A woman of wild and wondrous flesh
To be with her too high a price

To gaze upon her visage twice
A view that is ever fresh
Of her hair of fire, eyes of ice

Her wiles are used to entice
Men of mortal do not stand
To be with her too high a price

Her form a master disguise
The greatest in all the land
Hair of fire, eyes of ice

Hers are enchanting lies
Told with malice and with pride
To be with her too high a price

The fools come and not the wise
She can be no mortal’s bride
Hair of fire, eyes of ice
To be with her too high a price

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