"nightngales" poems
Lightening has struck, in my heart
Something in the dark isn't right
Shellter yourself well in the shadows
Somethings in the belly of the beast
Something in the nightngales gut isn't right.
And until she sings again
Pick a cave to slumber giant
Until a gods signs of birds fly in sunlight.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC