A Rite that Begins After it is Reached
A poem
We rose towards the light.
Beasts (Royals, Sovereigns, Kings) that ruled without coronation.
We fell when it became too bright.
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It was our right! As you feel it is your right.
What else could it mean through our (prominent-purposeful-powerful) creation?
We rose towards the light.
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And by the Gods (Us. Us. All of Us) we reached our great height.
Stories shined in our eyes, the beginnings of a constellation.
We fell when it became too bright.
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Even given with all our might. . .
Giants to breadcrumbs made of ashes (so many ashes) after the cremation.
We rose towards the light.
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The light you gave because curiosity (bow, bow, and pray) is your rite.
Gods coffin's exposed after excavation.
We fell when it became too bright.
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(Us; you; them) What will be next to ignite?
Distant or not your bones, bones, many bones will be read as a narration.
We rose towards the light.
We fell when it became too bright.
About the Creator
K. Kocheryan
I write, delete, write, and on most days, delete again.


Comments (11)
Fantastic writing.
Congratulations 🎉
I am no expert on Villanelle style but I know what I like and this was interesting and grabbed my attention. Congratulations
Congratulations on your TS.
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Brilliantly done. Love it
Beautiful work! I loved the format and your imagery was gorgeous.
A very interesting construction and format here! Definitely takes the reader out of complacency and stretches figurative limbs. A great job here and congratulations on the top story!
I still don't get Villanelles, great job on it here (I think). I like the cremation and the rising towards the light references...unique. Well done.
This was extremely powerful! You executed this Villanelle brilliantly!
Interesting and delicious content. Keep posting more