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