A Villanelle.

Through valley, savannah, the mud and the snow
From clifftop we howl to the midnight air
Look just how far we have managed to go

To the dead wind's of the marsh, the great cold night's tow
Inside of the swamps, and wherever we dare
Through valley, savannah, the mud and the snow

The old sleeping giants force our path low
To the ground we had marched through all eldritch lairs
Look just how far we have managed to go

When tragedy struck, and our progress made slow
By the dread inward rage, at our own flesh we tear
Through valley, savannah, the mud and the snow

Scooped up by the water, and the tide swells and grows
We are made clean in the cool, the sea, green and fair
Look just how far we have managed to go

On mountain we scream and let our demons know
Saints all and sinners, with theatrical flair
Through valley, savannah, the mud and the snow
Look just how far we have managed to go