The Flow of Kismet

Astir worlds within my head
Cerebral whirlpools of dreams
Spiraling thoughts I can’t tread
Pulling me down sanguine streams
Flow of crushed roses bled
Swept away, swept away

Sprung from haze of shadows’ blur
Emergent desires I’ve kept
Endured through life without her
Swallowed tears my throat has wept
Choking on things that were
And I gray, as I gray

Colossal weight of heartache
My soul pierced by kismet’s stake
Crimson tint of lovers’ sake
Stains the joys that my dreams make
Flow of crushed roses bled
Swept away, swept away
Choking on things that were
And I gray, as I gray.

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I wrote this poem in the form of a Spanish Villancico, which is a poetic form that predates the Villanelle.