#vil_witch Phew, My third villanelle after a long time. Thanks for supporting :) I'm sorry for not responding to your tags . Take care . #start --------
Her eyes look like unheard stories, the clouds go berserk while searching for the heaven betwixt her orbs. Fire and brimstones, what her laugh shredded upon the vague veranda of vamoosed verses. They attired the guffaws of perdition with streetlights and counterfeit similes. I've lived betwixt her poetries she never coiled the pandemonium of turnpike troubadours in lecherous ignis fatuus which gurgle out phantasm on the grief-stricken walls manipulating the doldrums kept inside a jar of clemency. I flapped my wings
She an ample-apple of fuliginous stardust nurturing my eensy soul with fierce-flowers and compassion evoking a euphoric bedlam beside my lungs
They, smoked evils, deaths, knives, blood, huckery hymns and my unfeigned condolences to her unwavering beauty
I grilled her heart on wilted orchids they coughed out blood and turned to fragrant roses
She cursed my existence I stabbed her words she blamed my facade I chopped off her name She taunted our telepathy but then her pain subsided and I saw her crying while writing a villanelle
I snatched away her coal orbs. But blindly she guided the rhymes and I tip-toed to keek that tear she sobbed before taking the last breath
~ I'm that lonely word she forgot to write in that villanelle before she cwtched quietude.