Villanelle

Villanelle

Reid Sexton
Spring 2019

Death’s winged shadow on the desert floor
A legion made its way over the sea
Now moving swiftly slithers to the door

From towers cries of prayer ring door to door
From within the holy city none can see
Death’s winged shadow on the desert floor

And so it turns unbroken, the cycle of war
The same Serpent who in the garden planted the seed
Now moves swiftly, slithering towards the door

The sound of freedom growing louder, ever more
Oppressive as It crests the dine sea
Death’s winged shadow on the desert floor

Within the city cries of warning door to door
Outside, machines as far as one can see
Come slithering, moving swiftly towards the door

Primeval lust for power, as before
Has brought a legion here across the sea
Now Death’s winged shadow on the desert floor
Moves swiftly, slithering always to the door