Her face is healing from where the blade fell
A second time her features were marred
Yet her voice as always peals like a bell
When she was young her world became a hell
Her parents were slain, her cheek was scarred
Her face is healing from where the blade fell
Her house was burnt to a hollowed shell
A childhood home was just wholly charred
Yet her voice as always peals like a bell
Years later found her confined in a cell
Parents' killers dead, but the law was hard
Her face is healing from where the blade fell
After that even things did not go well
Now half blind, her life was truly in shards
Yet her voice as always peals like a bell
As sad as her story can be to tell
She will always be strong, on her own guard
Her face is healing from where the blade fell
Yet her voice as always peals like a bell
Never let me write poetry.
Okay this was an assignment for creative writing, to write a villanelle. I wrote it about poor Rynn.