The Fallen Soul

The Fallen Soul



Clipped wings, now drowned in sorrow                                        
Looking out into the abyss                                                  
The fallen soul prays for tomorrow                                        

To soar again like the chariot drawn by sparrow                                 
The memory – such bliss                                                   
Clipped wings, now drowned in sorrow                                        

The path least traveled chosen – not the narrow                              
The nature of acts deemed iniquitous                                        
The fallen soul prays for tomorrow                                        

Castigated by the poisoned arrow                                        
Wings once pure now blackened, persists                              
Clipped wings, now drowned in sorrow                                        

Sun of gloom rises this early morrow                                        
The lingering day, only to reminisce                                        
The fallen soul prays for tomorrow                                        

An essence decayed to the marrow                                        
For which perhaps, salvation exists                                        
Clipped wings, now drowned in sorrow                              
The fallen soul prays for tomorrow



Villanelle:
The Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme - aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appearing together in the last couplet.