Deathly Pale

 

Deathly pale

the nightingale 

lays its melodies 

to sleep 

 

Lingering 

the hauntingly 

beautiful sound 

resounds 

 

A song he sings

of lovely things

sweet wisps 

of wind 

 

Drifting through 

the lonesome trees

carrying comfort 

on its wings 

 

Turning round 

the haunting sound 

resounds with

chilling thoughts and dreams 

 

Freezing roots 

of deepest depth

with steel eyes 

piercing through 

 

Empty melodies of fate 

long-forgotten tears of hate 

Trickling down the beaten trunk 

Soaking in the frozen dirt  

 

Regretful, mournfully it sounds

this nightingale memory 

this beautiful sound 

 

The long-gone memories

now empty, 

shallowed by hate and fear 

 

Don't let a tear fall silently 

for the lonely trees so dark and tall 

Now brought down low by 

humanity's fall

 

 

Then one day soon

when roots break ice 

the nightingale's voice 

sings through the night 

 

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