O Evil's Bane

by Lady Of The Semicolons

Of love destined to never come to fruition. Tragedy/Angst/Romance. Link x depends on your interpretation, which for all I know doesn't have to be those listed. Villanelle.

The hero cannot save me; it is he who holds me thrall
With a childlike smile and eyes of sky and a heart that brims with gold.
O Evil's Bane, how dull thy edge next to that blade called Fate.

Before the sword, before the shield, before the battles famed,
He was little more than a child astray whose hand I had to hold.
The hero cannot save me; it is he who holds me thrall.

Over time he shed his shyness—he taught me how to see
creatures in the starry sky (and we'd laugh at their lack of heads)
O Evil's Bane, how dull thy edge next to that blade called Fate.

A lionheart in verdant raiment charges across the field,
But I still saw the unguarded smile underneath that knight's panoply.
The hero cannot save me; it is he who holds me thrall.

A gaspless instant, a fatal blow, a dagger with euphoric edge; we were
ablaze, invincible, (in love) but our paths were long destined to divide
O Evil's Bane, how dull thy edge next to that blade called Fate,

that same iron blade that governs kings and wretches both—
And who more wretched than us branded by both doom and love?
The hero cannot save me; it is he who holds me thrall:
O Evil's Bane, how dull thy edge next to that blade called fate.