Blood, dripping down in the still of night,
From the blade scorned through her malicious heart,
Chestnut eyes upon her, breathing in the sight.
The pain, slowly ripping her soul apart,
With a puddle of secrets beneath her feet,
From the blade scorned through her malicious heart.
Her shattered pulse, continued to beat,
Dripping down from the silver blade,
With a puddle of secrets beneath her feet.
Her splintered soul, continued to fade,
As life drained away from her icy eyes,
Dripping down from the silver blade.
Her broken heart engulfed within your lies,
A memory just wasting away with time,
As life drained away from her icy eyes.
The empty house muttered lost lullabies,
Covering a widows' forgotten cries,
With your hand on her cheek, she dies,
Chestnut eyes upon her, breathing in the sight.
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A Terzanelle is a 19 line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets plus a concluding quatrain in which the first and third lines of the triplet appear as refrains. The middle line of each triplet is a repetent reappearing as the last line of the succeeding triplet with the exception of the next-to-last stanza which appears in the quatrain.
