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Eris, my blade, the accurst villanelle (Villanelle) by SupremeDreamer With cursed pen I craft this villanelle,
its shape a blade whose lustre shant fade
but of course that don't mean it'll sell.
Never-the-less I am sure it shall cut well.
Even if this days' end leaves me unpaid,
with my curs'd pen I craft this villanelle.
This blade struck, echoes a shrill knell;
close to flesh, it'll make a man afraid,
but of course that don't mean it'll sell.
Used with skill, it shall bid you farewell;
its thirst and thrust men can not evade.
With cursed pen I've crafted this villanelle.
If unsold, within my sheath it shall dwell,
till a foes flesh stirs it to swiftly invade;
once it has slain, this blade I shant sell.
It'll serve me well, my blade from hell;
a weapon well worth a day left unpaid.
With cursed pen I've crafted this villanelle;
and death with its keen edge is what I sell.
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