NaPoWriMo 5: The Villanelle

I still desire to make it very clear.

To open up what has been bottled down. 

I feel contempt but have no fear. 

My truth is sharper than a spear.

Prepare for a fight till one’s knockdown. 

I want my name and body to be clear. 

I hope that you will shed a tear. 

I hope your grin will turn into frown.

I must remind you— I have no sympathy, no fear.

Now listen, you, my not-so-dear,

We’ll meet again, at midnight, downtown.

I’ll outline demands, I’ll make them very clear. 

I know that when I see you I will jeer. 

I’ve had so many years of you acting like a clown. 

I’ll be the one with laughter, you’ll be the one with fear.

I’ll see you soon. My not-so dear.

You’ll wear whatever, I will wear a crown.

I am the one who speaks the truth and therefore I’m clear.

You are the liar who should live in constant fear.