Nightingale - Meghan Jacoby

The nightingale blended with the white stars as the sky darkened

So stark, so contrasting
So open to the world, but so closed off from everything there
The sun had left. The light had left
But the nightingale still flew. And searched.
Waning, and waxing, it swooped, its mind clogged
If thoughts were heavy, then flying should have been impossible
So, the struggle continued, fighting against the
G
R
A
V
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T
Y
That brought it down. That brought everything down
And kept it down
And, soaring above destruction beneath the skies, the nightingale watched with frightful disgust
For it could be those horrors; for it was a monstrosity. No dove, no peace, no nothing, would be brought
Tears of retribution fell, like feeble raindrops on a cloudy eve
Like the rain that could not extinguish the fire within.
The sun had left. The light had left.
But yet, the stars still shone.
The nightingale soared towards the heavens, fleeing the feelings of panic, and despair
Those feelings, that whipped like cold winters through hearts.
The clouds parted, the fog lifted and the nightingale sucked and gasped for air
Darkness spread from wingtips and it broke free.
Silence, was all that was found, as hovering, waiting, finding a resolve and moving forward, it saw-
The sun had left. The light had left.
The nightingale flew. And searched.