Ishtalrah

There is a whisper to hear,
A faint of sons and daughters.
For nothing worse that could fear.

She begs in persuasive leer,
Takes away of their mothers.
There is a whisper to hear.

She sings with a single tear.
Make fools kneel of their fathers.
For nothing worse that could fear.

She weaves a tale that is queer,
Awake the hearts of elders
There is a whisper to hear.

She never learns…that is clear,
Always on sons and daughters.
There is a whisper to hear,
For nothing worse that could fear.


Villanelle…

Art: Ishtalrah by Shane_Frost

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