I took a poetry class my senior year of high school and we had to write a villanelle....well...this was my attempt at one. Not sure how accurate it is, but it sounds nice.
Darkened Beauty
The wind blows gentle in the night,
Whispering their melodies through the trees,
Peaceful as the moon glistens bright.
Pitch black, but the stars bringing light,
As leaves rustle beneath weak knees,
The wind blows gentle in the night.
Hollow echoes through the dying forest does fright,
Despite the lasting sweet breeze,
Peaceful as the moon glistens bright.
A quiet "hoo" as the nightly owls take flight.
Catching unsuspecting prey as they please,
The wind blows gentle in the night.
Calm and still, yet busy beyond sight
The glowing hue shall not deceive,
Peaceful as the moon glistens bright.
Breathing in the sweet scents with delight,
Taking comfort in pine needles and fallen leaves,
The wind blows gentle in the night,
Peaceful as the moon glistens bright.
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