Do you hear
The nightingale's messenger
He lays in the green bed
Beneath a canopy
Creatures may pass him
And the wood will hear him
Singing his song
To the wandering souls
He waits in the moonlight
Glowing in the night
He strides in the maze
Of dark oak and pine
His home of nature
Proves to be a disguise
For he was sent out
To meet all demise
Do you hear
The nightingale's messenger
He's sends forth his love
In letters wrapped in gold
When one receives
A note from yours truly
The receiver must walk
Through the intertwining twig
There the messenger
Will sanctify their soul
And leave the body
Lying in the snow
Do you hear
The nightingale's messenger
He's made of tar and lead
He walks among the dead
If the living is to see him
Their lives do pay the price
Do you hear
The nightingale's messenger
Coming for your life
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Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
General FictionThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo
