Raw Villanelle

Fire burning, leaving ash
Amidst the flames, devils dance
While swords of fire, sing and clash

There is no hope, only but a dash
In this deadly, game of chance
Fire burning, leaving ash

Into skulls, clubs will bash
And in the flames, soldiers prance
While swords of fire, sing and clash

Sacrifice is the cold, hard cash
Paid for, this deadly romance
Fire burning, leaving ash

Blood stains the satin sash,
and the sword of Sir Lance (a lot)
While swords of fire, sing and clash

In anger, we tend to  act rash
And pay in blood, while the enemies advance
Fire burning, leaving ash
While swords of flame, sing and clash