- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 1: Welcome and Clem’s Clerihews
- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 2: The Villanelle, friend of the lovelorn
- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 3: Oh, no! It’s Limerick Time (you knew there had to be one)
- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 4: Faith tries an Anacreontic (What? It’s a real thing…honestly)
- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 5: Can You Resist Andrew’s Ballad? (Why would you try???)
- Bloody Awful Poetry Day 6: Fic: Almost A Sonnet
Villanelle
By Spike, circa Normal Again*
Medium: Poetry
Rating: PG
*Like the form, he’s going round and round, turning in on himself with no escape
Desperation is our fuel
I’m blinded by her light
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool
Death is her art
The Slayer glows in every fight
Desperation is our fuel
This is an end, not a start
But I long to be a hero in her sight
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool
I’m a killer at heart
Is she the only human I’d never bite?
Desperation is our fuel
I play the love-fool’s part
Was there every such a hopeless vampire’s plight?
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool
So I watch her depart
The expression of my deepest feelings seems trite
Desperation is our fuel
Passion burns too brightly, soon grows cool
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Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/323897.html
