A little girl, came from a hard learning curve,
Became a woman of eccentricity, hard steel
Inside, remained the child, acquired a cold feel,
Decided that kill the cursed is a good thing,
If it gives us adrenalin, Franco-Italian fashion,
And essentially calmes the beast and its urge. 


Refuses to speak Russian, they traumatized her,
As elite Hit Girl she has all she ever dreamed,
Except that love that still empties her days,
Except that love that voids her bed at night.
She prefers nice twain females, but goes both ways,
Her
Posture is provocative and stops at nothing, 

Although she is still in chains by her master.
Although she is getting faster and smarter,
Life in the fast lane, Big City, town or country,
She follows her assignments, gets the payments. 

Then she meets her nemesis, falls for her.
She sends her exquisite clothes, flowers,
She often thinks of her while she showers.
Both are in love and hate, what a rush,
Both follow each other across Europe
Her superiors doubt of her loyalty and push. 


Villanelle is a painting of the highest value,
But at some point satisfaction is due.
She is always two steps ahead, killing is art. 

So she's an artist that always changes her style
And that's the most important aspect of her creativity
And hopefully the one thing to prevent her captivity. 

We become tied, entangled with both lovers,
We praise their characters more than actors,
But give support to those fantastic actresses.

We hoped for their recognition
As a long, strong premonition.
Lady Luck, smiling, gave their prize. 

So, we rejoiced as tears filled our eyes,
Knowing is not yet time for goodbyes.