Clockwork Lives

Villanelle: Bleeding Wings

Each night, in her head, the same image rings,

A nightmare that leaves her stricken with fright:

She's an angel, flying on bleeding wings.

She can't bear to see what the darkness brings,

For her sleep always awaits the same sight.

Each night in her head, the same image rings.

They say, 'She's silent as breath when she sings',

Yet though she's always been afraid of flight

She's an angel, flying on bleeding wings.

But 'cause she sometimes feels controlled with strings,

A future borne of darkness she won't fight.

Each night, in her head, the same image rings.

And her grey eyes wish for so many things,

For although they may be devoid of light,

She's an angel, flying on bleeding wings.

It's hard to give in to the sky's callings

And live your life in torn and tattered flight.

Each night in her head, the same image rings:

She's an angel, flying on bleeding wings.