Vagrant Villanelle

Friday, February 8th, 2008 UTC

Sombre walls gloom through the City at Night,
bereft of those dreams that have now long-dried;
their hearts, ponderous, are thick with contrite.

They fought and strove for Life with all their might,
trying to keep hopes that have now long-died;
sombre walls gloom through the City at Night.

Their psyche, eaten away by the sight
of indifference of what would betide;
their hearts, ponderous, are thick with contrite.

What abounds now is Good Will turned to spite,
as Good Will finds no more place to hide.
Sombre walls gloom through the City at Night.

City Life, bitter under the dimmed light,
ate away the hearts and made them subside.
Their hearts, ponderous, are thick with contrite.

Deep into the Night there is no respite
There is only hope for a turning tide.
Sombre walls gloom through the City at Night;
Their hearts, ponderous, are thick with contrite.

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