Come Little Nightingale.
Sing your song to me.
Tales of treasures old
And what it means to be free
Come Little Nightingale.
Come to me and play.
For when this day is over
There will be no other day.
Come Little Nightingale.
Fly with the church bells chime.
For when the tommorrow comes,
Will be the end of my time.
Listen Little Nightingale.
Can you possibly hear?
They plan to destroy me.
Out of pain and fear.
Go Little Nightingale.
Fly so far away.
For nothing could be worse,
Than if you were to stay.
Sing Little Nightingale
Sing your song of me.
Sing your sad tale
Of this girl, finally free.
Author notes
Eh, I dont really know where this came from. The verses just popped into my head while I was in the shower about ten minutes ago. *Shrugs* Hope you enjoy.
Whats your first impression?
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i love this poem it is amazing...
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i love your poems sis. i wish i could be that good
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Well...
that was umm... different? ...
sorry its been ages since i've read a poem like that lol. still it was good in its own way
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wow that was pretty yet spooky in a good wa!
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Creepy. Beautiful. Strange.
Much like its writer.
Much applause. I love it.
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This is an amazing poem. I love it and I am envious
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Kinda like a fairytale with a gothic twist. I really like it. I like the repetion. It pulls it all together.
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That was really good. To me it was like playing a child's tune in minor. Looks innocent, but in truth is wickedly dark. I love it
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I like it. It feels very dark and the repetition at the beginning of each stanza is very effective.
I get some of my poems like that too, they just pop into my head at random. I think something flying by must have dropped it in.
Based on this poem you wrote, I think you might like one of mine, "Just a Dance". If it's not too much trouble, would you mind reading it?
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I really really liked this one. It had a good feel to it. Kind of gothic fairytale almost. Either way, very very good.
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