The Nightingale

 

Every nightfall brought its call 

Its euphonious voice echoing 

As the moonlight dances on the midnight waters

A fleeting moment of pure bliss

 

And every daybreak drags Them in

With their guns loaded 

Piercing to the bones

 

They dig their fingernails past the feathers

Into the flesh 

Until it thrashes its wings against the branches

 

But our ears were filled with the prettiest of flowers 

So bewitching it made you deaf against the cries of agony 

 

Caught up in our own elysian worlds to notice  

As its innocence ran Red on the pavement

 

They found pride in every drop spilled 

Licking the crimson off their cold hands 

Until each has had their fill 

 

The flower’s fragrance so hypnotic

We mistook the vile pungence for sweet roses

 

Even after the metallic taste lingers on their tongues 

They dig further

 

Into the heart 

Beat

They cradle it in their calloused palms

Beat

Maybe their hearts were just as hardened as the rest of them

Because their grin got brighter with every passing

Beat 

 

Plucking every bird from the sky 

One 

By 

One

Till they’ve made the night silent