V…Villa…Villalanelle
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Though sick boys do fall for traps they make.
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
Just dance a dance midst dreary shadow play,
Though evil men and worldly beings of fake
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Though often weep alone in chaos clay,
And keep poor brains which wrap their souls to take
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
And though naives and fools keep them from their way
And choke them blue as they stand in their wake
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Sick Boys never mourn nor cry, so they say
Salt drenched drops seldom from their eyes do flake,
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they,
And though complain often those Sick Boys may
Of how the cold breeze chills and muscle ache,
Break them at start of such a sulky day,
Never yield to the sad skull screams do they.
(2012)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
poem by Sam Aleks
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