My first attempt at writing a villanelle, please tell me what you think.
Through the thick grass and falling rain,
I slip trying to make a quick escape.
On my chest wells a crimson stain.
I take my chance, but it was all in vain,
As the moonlight marked my plight,
Through the thick grass and falling rain.
I fall for no miraculous gain,
My pain sings out in the dark night,
On my chest wells a crimson stain.
I snarl out in tormented pain,
Rushing to a mangled yew tree,
Through the thick grass and falling rain.
Finally felled by a jarring sprain,
I lie crumpled in the dirt,
On my chest wells a crimson stain.
The final moments of my life drain,
Lying in the garden of my mind,
Through the grass and falling rain,
On my chest wells a crimson stain.
