A Villanelle for Lost Souls
by Allen Williams circa 1989

Our hearts we hide in paradox of rhyme
With words to fill the emptiness inside
As minstrel transforms into pantomime

Misplace lust for love an evil paradigm
Immoral acts inducing suicide
Our hearts we hide in paradox of rhyme

Junk rushes vein sensations so sublime
Subconscious takes a psychedelic ride
As minstrel transforms into pantomime

Fixation bent mute body lost in time
Unfinished poem left torn upon bedside
Our hearts we hide in paradox of rhyme

Street poet cut down quickly in her prime
The rhythm of a life soon to subside
As minstrel transforms into pantomime

A pit of darkness a canopy of slime
As Lucifer arrives to take a bride
Our hearts we hide in paradox of rhyme
As minstrel transforms into pantomime