To Beg

Life is frail as all would tell,
Fear shall grip the common man
As death would come the broken shell.

Left but shattered dream they fell,
Their hearts then turn their former land.
Life is frail as all would tell.

When swords become but picks to sell
Their daily deeds as naught but grand
As death would come the broken shell.

We plead to cast to the wishing well,
In hope aspire a hero to stand.
Life is frail as all would tell.

With grim in blood they died in hell,
Their fragile souls serve, mark and brand
As death would come the broken shell.

To beg and wrought the rot they swell,
Bodies mount under the legion band.
Life is frail as all would tell
As death would come the broken shell.


 

Villanelle

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