Funeral Song

Some days I think your smile could wake the dead

And your lion curls could choke all our fair throats

But perhaps I'm just insane instead.

And sometimes my eyes flash cross your head

And I see your words as simply something you wrote.

But perhaps I'm just insane instead.

Glass eyes shatter as you lie awake in bed

And some doors away I think I hear them break.

Some days I think your smile could wake the dead.

A thousand voices speak to me in six/eight time;

A million times a day I crack, and fix, and crack once more—

Perhaps I'm just insane instead.

You glow, you sing, you live, you said—

You sing the others moon-struck, kiss them quite insane.

Some days I think your smile could wake the dead.

Ink blots curl into all that I've read,

And patient I wait for this jealous moon's wan.

Some days I think your smile could wake the dead

But perhaps I'm just insane instead.

Author's Rambling: Behold, my first ever contribution to the wild world of fanfiction—a confusing villanelle that took (checks clock) seventeen minutes to write! I'm toying with the concept for an actual story, but I thought I should stick something up here anyway. The story requires a world of research, so I might as well try to build a reputation in the meantime.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and please, please review—it takes tops 30 seconds and it can really, really make a young girl's day. And now—to research! (flies away and directly into a wall)

With love and ice-cold fingers,

Protagonist Hiro