Here's another one.
On a Theme from Richard Rolle
a villanelle
My truest treasure so traitorly taken,
so bitterly bounden with biting band,
how soon of thy servants was thou forsaken.
They winked as thou wept, and would not awaken.
They stared when they stood, did not understand
my truest treasure so traitorly taken.
With slobber and slime their sleep was well-slaken.
With fever of fear their fire was fanned.
How soon of thy servants was thou forsaken!
In dreams did they dread the devil, that drakon,
and hated for hell to hold by the hand
my truest treasure so traitorly taken.
They shifted their shadows, they shook, they were shaken
by sight of the sword and spear that there spanned:
how soon of thy servants was thou forsaken!
How quick did they quit the quest when was quaken
the ground where they grieved the graces so grand!
My truest treasure so traitorly taken,
how soon of thy servants was thou forsaken!
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