The Nightingale

She sang like a Nightingale,

From her balcony of an Ivory Tower so pale.

Shunned by day,

She sang by night,

Til her lover returned in May.

Through glory and through Might.

He slayed his way in the battlefield,

'Til all other kingsman did yield.

She could see him returning,

Battle-weary and stooped he did bend,

His mind yearning.

for the battle to finally come to an end.

One morning she found him on the balcony

Seething with a hidden rage,

She put her heart in his hand,

As he threw her in a canary cage.

Forever she stayed,

Til a child below the tower played.

And by a wind and a plea

Fell a ribbon, really a band.

And wound its way around the child

The Child was led to the topmost window

And peeking inside,

Lo she did find,

A nightingale love-blind.

And as the canary cage door did wind.

The Nightingale flew,

Collapsing against a tree,

the nightingale was free.

And she smiled and a kiss she blew.

To the man at the Ivory Tower