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Between the trees the wind lies still,
Waiting to pounce on they who run-
To freeze them with a sudden chill.

Winter - a grandmother lies ill;
"I see fairies," she says, "they come
Between the trees." The wind lies still

To mourn her passing as the family will.
So does Death gather all as one
To freeze them with a sudden chill.

They stumble to the forest, numb and ill,
Searching for her. "She just has gone
Between the trees," The wind lies. Still,

Its song is quite enchanting of the will;
Its siren song- to draw them on,
To freeze them with a sudden chill.

Out of the forest means over the hill,
The prey fast lose the strength to run;
Between the trees the wind lies still
To freeze them with a sudden chill.
Well, that was awkward.
I was thinking, "What the hell is a Villanelle?"
So I looked it up.
And then I had to write one.
:icongdeyke:
GDeyke Featured By Owner May 10, 2013   Writer
I like this poem quite a lot. Great imagery, and I love what you did with the end of the fourth stanza. :)
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