Nightingale
From afar
I heard you call
I heard your voice
through the silhouetted shadows
resonating the walls
of my little hut.
Beyond
these silent mountains
the echo
of your whispers
beckons
calling me to your charge
And here
at my repose
your enchanting strains like Sirens
ignite in me
a strange desire;
a fearless thirst for venture.
But
when Night’s children
roam the Earth,
would a traveller
need not
the Sun for guide
and Fate for friend?
I wish the day
were not far spent
and
the Night
had yet not been born.
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