From the Ground Up- lesson two

Nevermore

Nevermore to return, ever stolen and gone
you are eternally lost, yet what of your trace
Never will I walk alone, we'll be ever one

Looking down, your body appears like darkest dawn
the golden lace at your wrists shows little disgrace
Nevermore to return, ever stolen and gone

You were always the grand swan to which I was drawn
I regret needing space, you were my saving grace
Never will I walk alone, we'll be ever one

Alas, I believe our love will always live on
I will rarely cry, we still have our meeting space
Nevermore to return, ever stolen and gone

We acted with brawn, our wild love like a chess pawn
playing on while one part heads to a higher place
Never will I walk alone, we'll be ever one


I will not forget the beauty I came upon
for you'll remain to hold my hand and stroke my face
Nevermore to return, ever stolen and gone
Never will I walk alone, we'll be ever one


A Villanelle poem: 12 syllables per line, trying to incorporate alliteration, assonance & consonance.