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I bide my time and wait for night
From high atop Bald Mountain’s peak,
Awakening a nightmare fright…

Unfolding wings not meant for flight,
My shadow finds the souls I seek…
I bide my time and wait for night.

I pull them from their lifeless plight,
(Against my will their own is meek),
Awakening a nightmare fright.

They writhe and dance to my delight,
My music each unholy shriek.
I bide my time and wait for night.

Then into hell their bones I smite,
And resurrect as demon freak-
Awakening a nightmare fright.

but when the morning dawn breaks bright,
I’m forced to cede, crippled and weak,
to bide myChernabog5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

MordredI am the fruit of kins’ unholy night
Conceived by he who rules all Camelot
I am the flaw, extinguisher of light.

My father! So called pioneer of Right!
If so, then why’d he try to have me rot?
I am the fruit of kins’ unholy night.

His wife, the pompous girl, loves such one knight.
And if I tell, unravel will his plot.
I am the flaw, extinguisher of light.

My mother died carrying unfulfilled spite
And in that anger, my goals have been wrought.
I am the fruit of kins’ unholy night.

So try, hypocrite father, use your might.
I’ve always been the end to what you’ve sought.
I am the flaw, extinguisher of Mordred5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

A Quite Serious VillanelleDo you want to know, are you curious?
These scars…go ahead, look on…!
Why so serious?

Your Dark Knight is so confused….so delirious!
His one rule, his golden rule, will bind him…you…I thereon!!!
Do you want… to know…? Are you curious!?

Your White Knight is so naïve, gung-ho and reckless.
A slip of the tongue and a slit of his throat and, ta-da, he’s gone…!!!
Why so serious?

I am afraid a mistake was made, you should be furious.
What’s waiting for you…really… isn‘t a light, there is no dawn!
Do you WANT to KNOW!?! Are-you-curious?

Your knights are playing a dangeA Quite Serious Villanelle5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Ginger BreadCook ’em ’fore they’re fully grown—
Sucklin’ pigs and tender meats—
’Til they’re fallin’ off the bone.

Curst, that wicked, evil crone,
Who hexed my foods, breads to beets.
Cook ’em, for they’re fully grown;

Stare as each one shifts to stone.
Roast beef ashes and depletes,
’Til they’re fallen off the bone.

Left to live on sweets alone—
Cookied men, my fav’rite treats.
(Cook ’em ’fore they’re fully grown.)

Years find me glycemic prone,
Boilin’ sores from toes to teats,
’Til they’re fallin’ off the bone.

Slowly, my true fiGinger Bread5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

HoodedA woodcutter’s ax killed my mate.
Her gentle life has fled.
Her senseless death birthed my hate.

I paced our cave when she was late.
Our pups slept warm and fed.
A woodcutter’s ax killed my mate.

Through moonless nights, I had to wait,
my search weighed down with dread.
Her senseless death birthed my hate.

Her grandma now becomes my bait
to lure the child in red.
A woodcutter’s ax killed my mate.

Retribution has become her fate
since my beloved is dead.
Her senseless death birthed my hate.

Her scarlet cloak my rage will sate
when her father and grief are wed.
A woodcutter’s ax killed my mate.
Her senselesHooded5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

PovertyTwo pence would be the death of me,
should ever such a sum be due!
Damn this blasted poverty!

If only they would let us be...
but peacetime ne'er begins anew.
Two pence will be the death of me.

To Hell with all nobility!
Grace won't see its subjects through.
Damn this blasted poverty.

Greed is rampant, running free,
it's crushed and gored the poor men through.
Two pence will be the death of me,

of child, of wife, of family,
unloved, alone, known by but few...
Damn this blasted poverty!

Neither life nor death, though cheap, is free.
We'll sell the flames that are their due.
Damn this blasted poverty!
Two pence will be the deaPoverty5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Mirror, MirrorI check the mirror, check and check again.
Inattention could result in doom -
Not knowing would be stupid and insane.

Beauty is my goal; its price is pain.
I wash and primp and preen, and in my room
I check the mirror, check and check again.

Some say ambitious; others whisper 'vain'.
Obsession grows and stifles like the womb -
Not knowing would be stupid and insane.

Evening's advent brings the hiss of rain.
Hunched by the glass, in gathering gloom
I check the mirror, check and check again.

Enough warning, and the fairest I'll remain
(The threats, they shall fall silent to the tomb) -
Not knowing would be stupid and insane.

If sMirror, Mirror5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Consider Me Your Saving GraceCinderella, heed my words; you will be my slave,
so do my dishes, make my food, and oblige my every desire.
I am not a bad woman; I just ask for those around me to behave.

You are a beautiful girl my dear, but you are just a knave,
so listen to me closely, and you will love me like your sire.
Cinderella, heed my words; you will be my slave.

The biddings you must perform will make your suitors rave,
and your more lovely and beloved stepsisters, only crave to sink you in a mire.
I am not a bad woman; I just ask for those around me to behave.

Your fairy godmother is the only one that can help you, you poor penniless knave,
so rid yoursConsider Me Your Saving Grace5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

A Deal With a Dwarfsay my name, just once will be fine,
but say it quickly, lest your time be through.
your firstborn child will be mine.

gold all around us, it shimmers and shines.
straw once filled the dungeon you landed into.
say my name, just once will be fine.

one thread and another became intertwined.
the weaving pile mounted; my demands did, too.
your firstborn child will be mine.

from peasant to princess, a girl so refined.
do not think that i forgot about you.
say my name, just once will be fine.

your name to the contract, i bade you to sign.
time to pay up; yes, your debt has come due.
your firstborn child will be mine.

you have one nigA Deal With a Dwarf5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Gargamel VillanelleI Hate Those Smurfs!

All I want is to destroy
Little blue Smurfs so happy
Make them gold, food or toy

Azrael my furry eager boy
Get over here and make it snappy
All I want is to destroy

With Smurfette I hoped to employ
The ending of their being sappy
Make them gold, food or toy

Once I turned some into my joy
Making them gold but was ruined by pappy
All I want is to destroy

Finally I made them into blue bok choi
But they tasted horrid and crappy
Make them gold, food or toy

My back is bent as they annoy
Blue demons, white hatted chappies
All I want is to destroy
Make them gold, food or toyGargamel Villanelle5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Grandmother Yaga

Grandmother Yaga

Coarse blanket, wrap these hips and clawed hands tight,
bury hunger where these jaws cannot tear,
Please, think not of me hunting down the light.

I weave my bowl among the trees tonight;
I mark my fate and swing my mortar there;
Clay vessel, hold my hips and clawed hands tight.

My hope slides along the wet leaves, slight
and fast, wishing them home, helping them there.
Please think not of me hunting down the light.

Oh, Atropos; oh, crone; the thread is right
when it resists; yet, small, blond hair,
small bodies, wrap these hips and clawed hands tight.

Alone once more and weary, we take our flight,
my bowl and I Grandmother Yaga5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Beautiful PoisonIn a coffin of glass you should lie,
A mask of death as your pretty face.
Yet I am the one dancing until I die...

I was the fairest of all so why
Were you my fall from grace?
In a coffin of glass you should lie!

Savor your death and destruction, I did try.
You, little wretch, gave a fine chase;
So I am the one dancing until I die...

I watched you taste that apple and sigh.
No breath, no motion of delicate lace.
In a coffin of glass you should lie.

I am the fairest in the land, I...
The mirror speaks of a queen in a far off place...
I am the one dancing until I die...

That queen is you, my power sucked dry.
A mask of perfect bBeautiful Poison5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Agony of a Stepmother WrongedYou cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds
Though perhaps what I did was not right.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

I was alone, garbed in widow’s weeds,
Each day seemed to me as darkest night.
You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.

Her portrayal in history oft misleads,
She was not kind, she lived to spite.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

Do I let her take all I had left, do I concede
Everything to her, that spoilt Snow White?
You cannot blame me, alone, for my deeds.

I almost killed her, for that my heart bleeds,
But I could not cast her from my sight.
My tears well up, in bitter beads.

So, I die, and that brat sAgony of a Stepmother Wronged5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Jealous HateIt was her I had to hate.
Left her in dirt to serve as my design,
her death I did await.

Scorned and left to wait;
for my first lost love I had to pine.
It was her I had to hate.

Finding someone else was not too late,
so my two daughters I did refine.
Her death I did await.

I knew one of my girls would be great,
while she was left to whine.
It was her I had to hate.

"Cut off your toe, and the strain will abate.
When you are queen, you will shine."
Her death I did await.

But it was she who found a mate,
my daughters left like swine.
It was her I had to hate.
Her death I did await.Jealous Hate5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Soul's MirrorI long to see the world as it should seem.
The moon uplifted on the woodbine scent,
And mine, all pleasures I could ever dream.

Of old, in dress of starlight I would gleam,
And through the door of wonder, my thought sent.
I long to see the world as it should seem.

But Cupid's thorn, unlooked for, found its seam,
And swift unwove my guard. My plan was rent,
And mine, all pleasures I could ever dream.

Then crimson bloomed on ice. That raven ream
Cascaded through my life and left me spent.
I long to see the world as it should seem.

So cast this dust and darkness, blood and cream,
With consequence I never could repent,
And mine, alSoul's Mirror5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

The Princess GameThe Princess Game

Suffer, suffer, suffer in my name!
Deep under mattresses is where I lay
For eternally I play the princess game

Very few think me, the pea, to blame
Yet I commit myself to it every day
Suffer, suffer, suffer in my name!

Every time my goal is the same
To constantly disturb my sleeping prey
For eternally I play the princess game

So many girls fail their most brazen claim
Taking them out has become my forte
Suffer, suffer, suffer in my name!

One day they will find one, or so they aim
"Nah, nah ne nah, nah!" I boldly say
For eternally I play the princess game

So which girl now will I put to shame?
Who cares reallThe Princess Game5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

The Nameless QueenMy girl, you’ll be the fairest of the dead!
Remember well the fate that I’ve predicted.
Goddamn that vile mirror. I’ll have your head.

My huntsman’s heart was weak, and so you fled,
But when these laces bind, your breast constricted,
I swear you’ll be the fairest of the dead!

I’ll try a poison comb of jade instead.
Your friends will find you writhing, plague afflicted.
Forget the mirror; I’ll have your pretty head.

Enough! A poison apple, ruby red.
Now reach for it and crave, as if addicted.
And then you’ll be the fairest of the dead.

I shook with rage at what the mirror had said.
Again youThe Nameless Queen5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Never Talk To StrangersI'm sure no one's ever told them, "never talk to strangers".
Children are hunting for the precious pie, I've left abandon on the windowsill.
I must toss these lovely bones over the nearby cliffhangers

I'll fatten them until they pop; I'll feast on these little grangers.
Then I'll wait for more to come into my misty chill.
I'm sure no one's ever told them, "never talk to strangers".

Silly children, come back for more; each time with their new doppelgangers.
Always cheery when they reach my cabin, rushing to their nearest fill.
I must toss these lovely bones over the nearby cliffhangers.

Lucky for me, the children now act liNever Talk To Strangers5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

UnleashedNow I shall grant your wishes three
For you released me and I am grateful
Yet my power is the greatest mystery

State to me your strangest query
Remember it's impossible to cancel
Now I shall grant your wishes three

Every inch of me is mighty
Some men call me a devil
Yet my power is the greatest mystery

I'll twist your meanings only slightly
You really should be more careful!
Now I shall grant your wishes three

I will not be taken lightly
For I'll put you instantly in peril
Yet my power is the greatest mystery

You don't command this genie
And my methods can be brutal
Now I shall grant your wishes three,
Yet my power is the grUnleashed5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

HookedRevenge is near; it's time for the kill,
The right time has come to seal up Pan’s tomb,
This final act his heart shall still.

His actions have brought down the press of my will,
My hook will be bloodied; his neck it will groom,
Revenge is near; it's time for the kill.

His little green cap will adorn some fish gills,
Resting alone in the sea’s ice cold womb,
This final act his heart shall still.

What’s this, little Peter, you’re feeling quite ill?
‘Twas too late to stop when I smelled blood’s perfume,
Revenge is near; it's time for the kill.

He cut off my hand, and caused life-blood to spill,
Next it Hooked5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Rumpelstiltskin Comp. Entry.How stupid was I to sing my own name,
I should have known what the Queen would do,
It is only I who is to blame.

I wanted that child, oh the shame,
My name, I thought, was something new,
How stupid was I to sing my own name.

The millers daughter was a silly dame,
Til she was married, out of the blue,
It is only I who is to blame.

The ring, the necklace, but the child was the main,
That child was mine, MINE, I tell you,
How stupid was I to sing my own name.

I spun that gold, hardly any reward - how lame,
So I got annoyed, and now I'm split in two,
It is only I who is to blame.

Rumpelstiltskin, that is my name,
She sent a messenRumpelstiltskin Comp. Entry.5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

The King of Murderous LoveOh woe be to he who cannot see
By the light of night
Where my twelve daughters be

He shall be murdered by morning three
for failing to find in the depths of twilight
Oh woe be to he who cannot see

The task is simple, yet will end me
Is there one who can find with heart and might
Where my twelve daughters be?

Silver and gold twigs made with glee
Across a lake with dawn's first light
Oh woe be to he who cannot see

Why do they go, flirt, and dance merrily?
With disregard for futures bright
Where my twelve daughters be

Here are my daughters twelve, please choose one, I beg of thee
Restored to me is a future bright
Oh woe be to heThe King of Murderous Love5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

Nibble, nibble, little mouseNibble, nibble, little mouse
Listen to my story told
In an oven I can't douse

In a chocolate covered house
I tricked the child to not get old
Nibble, nibble, little mouse

I found my end like a mere grouse
Slyly robbed from all my gold
In an oven I can't douse

Young child in her patched up blouse
A sheer morsel for me to hold
Nibble, nibble, little mouse

Defeated by a little louse
Quickly trapped by wit twofold
In an oven I can't douse

I loathe that child who made me rouse
Waiting for my end foretold
Nibble, nibble, little mouse
In an oven I can't douseNibble, nibble, little mouse5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles

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