How Now Dead Kids Laugh while stricken by Red Rain
(a villanelle that doubles as a song)
By James Bellany
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly sway,
How now do dead kids laugh while stricken by red rain?
Their echoes drift, as if they still had play.
The crimson drops like petals fall, betray
The innocence that once danced on this plain.
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly sway,
The laughter's gone, yet memories stay,
A haunting tune, a bittersweet refrain.
How now do dead kids laugh while stricken by red rain?
They ran with joy, not knowing of dismay,
Nor thought their laughter would become such pain.
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly sway,
The sky weeps blood, the earth cannot contain
The sorrow of the young ones we've slain.
How now do dead kids laugh while stricken by red rain?
So hear their mirth, in ghostly disarray,
A chilling laughter, under skies arcane.
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly sway,
How now do dead kids laugh while stricken by red rain?
James Bellamy was born in a storm in 1972. He studied hard and sat entrance exams for Oxford University. James has a fine frenzy for poetry and has written in excess of 22,000 poems. James adores the art of poetry. He lives for prosody.