The song trills loud and clear
Across the barren landscape
Echoing far and wide
The song carries into the valley
Attracting others to its sound
Late, late into the night
The song, hushed and uncanny
A signal call for love
Incredible, yet fleeting
The song, fractured and lean
Begins to dissolve in the air
Fluttering to a stop mid-flight
The song lights itself on fire
And is reborn from its ashes
Returning strong and true
The song is synonymous with its sentinel
A harbinger of dark beauty indeed
Until it meets the light of day
The song is love, sweet love
It hearkens to the melodious call
Of the poor, lonely nightingale
Who is sadly infatuated
With a lark.
Sam
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