A Glimpse of Starlight

A villanelle I wrote for a creative writing class this past fall. 

 

Cling to the truth, to the love, to the light

Though all the forces of darkness oppose

Learn the lesson of the stars in the night

 

Lonely lives earnestly yearning to fight,

Trapped in obscurity’s crippling throes —

Cling to the truth, to the love, to the light

 

Scarred souls coated in blood, facing the blight

Exhausted yet raging, as each sword slows —

Learn the lesson of the stars in the night

 

Numb idealists, all fading from your sight,

For whom storms were once sun, thorns once a rose —

Cling to the truth, to the love, to the light

 

Eager youths, prepared to stand for the right,

Discovering that trials your fire froze —

Learn the lesson of the stars in the night

 

The stars still shine, studding the black with white

May you know that in darkness hope burns bright

Oh, cling to the truth, to the love, to the light

Learn the lesson of the stars in the night