My First "Villanelle"

Accusations fly forth as winds hold still.

Assumptions confirmed on a wilting sky;

Silence rouses no enemy so ill.

Raging through the day, silence yields the will,

Holding fast, holding tight a true lie,

Accusations fly forth as winds hold still.

Heavy burdens remain as an unpaid bill.

Blinded by pride, frozen epitaphs hold still.

Silence rouses no enemy so ill.

Holding forth the wind silence engages all ill

So the heathren rage, believing a lie;

Accusations fly forth as winds hold still.

Assumptions pierce the wind, high lifted ill

Spoken in deceit, a whisper, a cry

Silence rouses no enemy so ill.

You, my dear friend stand guilty of ill will,

Propelling a deceit, an entrenched lie,

Accusations fly forth as winds hold still

Silence rouses no enemy so ill.