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I'll Never Succumb To His Charm...
(my one and only villanelle)
I’ll never succumb to his charm,
Though filled with a feeling of dread.
He will not crush me in his palm.
A sense of serenity. Calm,
Once engulfed my innocent head.
I’ll never succumb to his charm.
His heart is of muscular balm,
Sculpted from a barrel of lead.
He will not crush me in his palm.
Dead, is his heart, “should I embalm?”
I am a bird tied to his thread.
I’ll never succumb to his charm.
“Would he ever do me grave harm?”,
I wonder as I lie in bed.
He will not crush me in his palm.
He grasps my throat with a firm arm,
His eyes swept with a gust of red.
I’ll never succumb to his charm,
He will not crush me in his palm.
I’ll never succumb to his charm,
Though filled with a feeling of dread.
He will not crush me in his palm.
A sense of serenity. Calm,
Once engulfed my innocent head.
I’ll never succumb to his charm.
His heart is of muscular balm,
Sculpted from a barrel of lead.
He will not crush me in his palm.
Dead, is his heart, “should I embalm?”
I am a bird tied to his thread.
I’ll never succumb to his charm.
“Would he ever do me grave harm?”,
I wonder as I lie in bed.
He will not crush me in his palm.
He grasps my throat with a firm arm,
His eyes swept with a gust of red.
I’ll never succumb to his charm,
He will not crush me in his palm.
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