The reaper always comes for his dues
I know this to be true,
he stole my heavenly muse!
On my knees I begged him not, yet he refused.
No matter my threats he never withdrew.
The reaper always comes for his dues.
Never once have I been more bemused
when the reapers came through,
he stole my heavenly muse!
I was half asleep, just taking a snooze
then he appeared right in front of my view!
The reaper always comes for his dues.
He looked at me and my muse, like he was trying to choose.
His hands reached out, to grab my muse, then he flew!
He stole my heavenly muse!
Out my window they cruised,
I, with shame, never pursued.
The reaper always comes for his dues.
He stole my heavenly muse!
This is my first attempt at a villanelle poem. I had to write one for class so I gave it a shot. Any feedback is most welcomed!
