Poem: Death Comes in Threes

This is my first attempt at a villanelle poem. Its complicated rhyming scheme makes it quite challenging. I will do my best, which may not be very impressive. However I fare, I can already see that this type of poetry is a good workout for the brain.

Death Comes in Threes

Superstition suggests death comes in threes
As an homage to the Holy Trinity
If it should happen, will you fall to your knees?

Death by old age is a grove of oak trees
A shaded resting place for those who pass
Superstition suggests death comes in threes

Death from long illness is a cool autumn breeze
Mercy softens those stricken with sadness
If it should happen, will you fall to your knees?

Sudden death is an unexpected spring freeze
No time to prepare for the sharp ache of the cold
Superstition suggests death comes in threes

Self-chosen death is the choice to seize
Relentless demons with swords unsheathed
If it should happen, will you fall to your knees?

How you will die, there are no guarantees
When it is your turn, will two others follow?
Superstition suggests death comes in threes
If it should happen, will you fall to your knees?





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