THE NIGHTJAR
THE NIGHTJAR
How slow
Blood spreads
The ripple's last ring
How still her step
The edge of dreams
The bell`s cold lip
The hammer`s kiss
How time has swept
On that last swing
A room where Death
Refused his leave
An honored guest
Still one so grieves
There'll be no rest
Next nightfall brings
I'll stay my breath
The Nightjar sings
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