Hope Is A Fading Thing, a villanelle

Hope is nothing more than a fleeting thing
Like the cold, wet, grey early morning mist
Peace, too, is not but a fading bell ring

These senses settle on quiet dark wings
Close, they are, as the night follows the day
Hope is nothing more than a fleeting thing

The solemn voice of distant bells sing
From temple, church or tomb we cannot tell
Peace, too, is not but a fading bell ring

The Hope of Peace to the air it doth cling
Between the mountains it fills the valleys
Hope tis nothing more than a fleeting thing

Quick as a blink and on feathered dark wing
All life takes flight and is gone to the night
Peace, too, is not but a fading bell ring

Feelings yet left forever unfulfilled
Sensations ever unsatiated
Hope is nothing more than a fleeting thing
Peace, too, is not but a fading bell ring