Tales of a nightingale.
Tears of a lonely beta.
Howls of a lost alpha.
The lies of the present.
Bringing back past revelations.
Memories of the lost ones.
Shouts of the forgotten souls.
Still fighting for freedom.

Tales in its bones.
Sticks to its soul.
Still Strive for the goals.
With Shades on its coats.
Its disgrace like a thorn.

You're left alone, with the tears that pulls like falling nails.
Songs from a nightingale, that's seated at the palm.
Clueless of the nights destination, with hopes of its stay.
The feels still chasing, its stuck on the trail.

Tales of a nightingale.
Tales it tell, but song it feds.
Your soft tongue, a shadow to its words.
Screeches it held, but love it breeds.

Tales of a nightingale.
What sweet lyrics, to your rhymes.
Its tails, tells tales like a dove.
Its weapon, a sheer maze to its wars.

Tales of a nightingale.
Your muse, a creativity to your tunes.
Tear thee a sheet from your poetic page.

Tales of a nightingale.
Your burden, a great pack to your back.
But with sheer joy, you thrive like the dark.
At a great blissfulness, you set your lungs at ease.

Tales of a nightingale.
Night, a tick to your time.
with just a flick, you reach for the skies.
Your glorious tales, still a tease to be felt.
to nature's home, a journey to your peace.


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