Villanelle Draft 1

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Glide past the birds, the clouds, the solemn sky,

Away from bombs, from men, from fears of pain.

You fought for love amidst the dreadful lie.

The dirt conceals the dull look in your eye,

Below the jagged land of which they reign.

Glide past the birds, the clouds, the solemn sky.  

You saw the films of flowing flags on high,

You signed your life, that mark would be your bane.

You fought for love amidst the dreadful lie.

Dear friends run past the tomb and wonder why

The shard resented them with great disdain. 

Glide past the birds, the clouds, the solemn sky.

A post will come and cause your mum to cry.

Your heart, fair maidens never will obtain.

You fought for love amidst the dreadful lie.

You died for land, but this they do deny,

And not for children starving in the rain.

Glide past the birds, the clouds, the solemn sky.

You fought for love amidst the dreadful lie.