The King of Murderous Love

this is a villanelle from the viewpoint of the King in the Grimm Brothers tale of the Twelve Dancing Princesses. I wrote it for a contest, which still hasn't calculated results.

Oh woe be to he who cannot see
By the light of night
Where my twelve daughters be

He shall be murdered by morning three
for failing to find in the depths of twilight
Oh woe be to he who cannot see

The task is simple, yet will end me
Is there one who can find with heart and might
Where my twelve daughters be?

Silver and gold twigs made with glee
Across a lake with dawn's first light
Oh woe be to he who cannot see

Why do they go, flirt, and dance merrily?
With disregard for futures bright
Where my twelve daughters be

Here are my daughters twelve, please choose one, I beg of thee
Restored to me is a future bright
Oh woe be to he who cannot see
Where my twelve daughters be

Author's Note

Advanced critique is encouraged, and I thank you for taking the time to read my first villanelle