‘Twas many a year ago, Sir, you see,
I met with my horrible dreaded fate,
A fate that could only transpire at sea.
True love, I now know, was not meant for me.
A lesson I learned, alas, far too late.
Alas our marriage was not meant to be.
I did love my lovely, gentle Marie
With a love that did her consecrate.
She returned not the same true love for me.
On a dark night in November, you see,
This horrid tale I now sadly narrate.
My fair damsel did, sadly, betray me.
My heart is now broken to a great degree,
I am so sadly now bound here to state.
Of true happiness I am forever free.
I wander throughout the dolorous sea.
For my broken heart it is far too late.
Our true love was not ever meant to be.
Here is my attempt at a villanelle, which strikes me as quite awkward, considering that I have no practice. I’m really trying to get involved with dVerse Poets Pub . I used Dylan Thomas’ ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Dark Night’ as my model. Please add yours to Mr. Linky