Autumn on Ganymede, rainfall, patter.
Arrive and leave Jupiter for Mars. It slows.
See you Space Cowboy. What does it matter?
Infinite silence stretches, inane chatter
Fails to cross the expanse and it grows.
Autumn on Ganymede, rainfall, patter.
I mock- I insult like some mad hatter.
Your arrogance apparent-just a pose.
See you Space Cowboy. What does it matter?
Three shots- metal falls in endless clatter.
Opportunity passed, hear the door close.
Autumn on Ganymede, rainfall, patter.
The end is near. Red on white wall splatter.
Death it is to win. Death it is to lose.
See you Space Cowboy. What does it matter?
Fallen angels, stained glass shatter-
I die, I die, and black blooms the rose.
Autumn on Ganymede, rainfall, patter.
See you Space Cowboy- What does it matter?
A/N: Okay in my defense, this was my first try at closed form poetry, and the villanelle is a particularly harsh form of closed form. I even cheated once. Cookies for anyone who can spot the eye rhyme. Hell, cookies for anyone who knows what an eye rhyme is. I wrote this immediately after watching RFB and it was in response to an assignment for A.P. Lit. Feedback is welcome. Thanks for reading and please review.