Villanelle

Forward creeps slithering death Hidden neath the forested sky Here you shall draw your last breath

Silent it comes, fanged death If only it would pass by Forward creeps slithering death

A pity, the knowledge of its presence lies bereft How does it feel to know on the end you lie Here you shall draw your last breath

It is in its nature to be deft The serpent's strike brings the reaper's reply Forward creeps slithering death

Life is swift when taken in theft But to the fangs you cannot deny Here you shall draw your last breath

How does it feel to know death To see the reaper wink his eye Forward creeps slithering death Here you shall draw you last breath