Vigilantes Villanelle Poem by Christopher Cofield

In the dead of night
Under cover of darkness
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

I have you in my sights
Because the call of justice harkens
In the dead of night

Be you warriors of fright
Contemptuous and heartless
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

To fellow soldiers in the fight
Be strong of will keep senses sharpened
In the dead of night

Terror lives in cowardice so good shall follow light
Nothing can deter my wrath or stop the hand of vengeance
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right

I pray your soul the Lord he takes it
Because I find a way or make it
In the dead of night
I heed a higher calling and I make wrongs into right