Engraven Figures – villanelle
Cold, motionless, silent as stone.
Yet somehow alive in this moment of frozen time.
In the end, we’re just statues; all alone.
Walking and thinking on our own,
We break these laws—for us not a crime.
But now cold, motionless, silent as stone.
We fight back, shed our blood to atone,
To erase this dark past, our sins run like wine.
Yet in the end, we’re silent statues; all alone.
Marching and shouting, we established our throne.
Refusing to stand down, instead we honor the climb.
But tomorrow cold, motionless, silent as stone.
Committed to each other, we refuse their loan.
Through the warmth of our hearts we earn each dime.
Yet in the end, we’re cold statues; all alone.
Hear our cry: our banner song of wartime.
Forget not our sacrifice, nor the peace at our prime.
And now cold, motionless, silent as stone.
In the end, we’re just statues; all alone.
UWC 