Night exhales
Her cold breath in your face
Telling you stories of fear
A nightingale shouts
Her little heart out
For your soul to hear
Where to reach
A rush through the air
Your head tilted back
By a violent grab of your hair
A little bird's flutter
Two lips that stutter
A motionless prayer
A story of Night
That likes to play make-believe
A young pounding heart
That learns within brief
It was played from the start
This tale
Just a dream
Of tonight
I honestly do not know what has gotten into me. Scaring myself a bit.