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A/N: We were learning about "Villanelle" style poetry in a creative writing class I took a few years ago. It's a pretty interesting format, and I was on a mythology kick at the time. This is the result.
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Sapped through her eyes and all goes grey and cold
And leaves not but a paintless frame behind
Flesh-like stone where there's no life to behold

A mistake you made, you were so bold
Now a price is paid by fate...