This is a villanelle - a very strict and unnatural form that I rather like, as you always end up with something a little beyond your control. If you're lucky it looks like it's been somewhat within your control.
Here's a video of a song ...
Here's
Side Story
The wine is drunk, the guest has gone to sleep.
His dream is broken briefly, then restored
uneasily. Two harrowed eyes now peep
around the door, then furtive footsteps creep
away - duress now swallows all discord.
The wine is drunk, the guest has gone to sleep.
Your silence splits the uncensorious deep,
a spoken truth you can no more afford.
Uneasily, two harrowed eyes now peep
beneath the calm no one would choose to leap
into. There once were four, now three, on board.
The wine is drunk, the guest has gone to sleep.
Stay close with those whose secrets you would keep,
poor star-shot girl whose sorrows were ignored
uneasily. Two harrowed eyes now peep
below the surf where wounds untended seep -
poor, star-sunk girl so brutally adored.
The wine is drunk, the guest has gone to sleep
uneasily. Two harrowed eyes now weep.
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