This is the tale of the Nightsong Man,
who for many a year o'er the rooftops ran,
and perched atop chimneys, he'd to the heav'ns sing:
his sweet, mournful tune through the dark streets would ring.
With a viol in hand he would cry in the night,
ever hidden in shadow, away out of sight
as the world slumbered 'round him, he'd call as he'd play,
and this he would do ere the break of the day.
He would sing through the night, be it snow, be it rain,
of the world's sorry state and its evident pain;
of fair days now long past was his sorrowful tune;
he would vatic reports and of grim portent croon.
He would sing of his love whom he'd lost to the sea;
of what could have once been but now never will be,
and the moon would then give melancholy response
to this man with a voice in the darkness ensconced.
As the dawn slowly comes, mornin'gs tendrils of light
slowly trickling in; 'tis the end of the night.
Groggy-eyed early risers with luck may see
his reatreating form as they watch him flee.
No one knows why he sings or who he might be;
neither caird no performer nor cantor is he.
They know not his purpose, where he fits in the Plan.
All they know is that he is the Nightsong Man.
-D.B.
Author notes
Little to say about little presented. 
Dan
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oooh, Daniel. . .this has something to it. . .what a poignant picture this brings - your words have shaped a character in this. . .I would say that maybe the flow could be a bit smoother, just a bit. . .well done, my friend!
"He would sing of his love whom he'd lost to the sea;
of all that could have been but never will be,"
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Wow
I appreciated this so so so much.... I read it twice and the rhyme scheme + content = Epic Win.
The picture I caught were so intricate and full of depth
Very mysterious too
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Dan, Hello!
This sounds like maybe Yiddish folklore, is it?
I love the cadence in this!
Hope you are well and doing good in school.
Take care.
John
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Wonderful write Dan! Long time no see! I did spot one teensy error...the first line of the last stanza should read "No one" not "No on" right? Other than that this was a great poem! Especially the second to last stanza with the Groggy-eyed line. Great stuff! Keep it up! God Bless. -Liz
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