Nightingale Child

Awake while the sun still sleeps
Four nightingales are singing their song
The story hidden in its small trills
Tells of a child who once across it came
The child stopped and gasped in amazement
And the bird watched the child and took the chance
Its song filled the forest which in they stood
And soon they both were a part in a play
The child danced and swung his arms around
Though the bird knew, the child meant no harm
So together they sang and danced through the air
And the forest grew bigger to the rythm of the song
But as a voice called out for the child to return
The child smiled at the bird and said, "Thanks for the dance"
Since then every night the nightingales have sung
About the rememberable story of the Nightingale Child


Mirror Ball

Glistering eyes you blink against
Their shining smiles enlightening your mind
The world in a flash, it seems to glow
Like a bubble with a lens flare
A ball of glass, so fragile and yet solid
Could last a century, a millennium
Or only just a year
Memories are speckled in its very surface
Covering the ground and seas
Some of them above, some of them beneath
Some of them transformed into what we'd be


Frozen Glass of Black

Boots are on
The white carpet
Snow falls down
Lets it rain
With ice drops
And cooling breezes flies around
While snowmen grows too tall

The darkness of Winter is pouring down
Onto the city beneath it
The black lake that once was white
Now has gone to sleep
The night howlers start to sing
Their loneliness in their voices
It's cracking like ice and shakes like flakes
As they fall from Heaven white


I am Groot

I am Groot
I am Groot, I 
I am Groot,
Groot, I am Groot
I am Groot
Groot, I
We are

//Not obvious at all
What movie I've seen
Though I will reveal,


Butterfly, butterfree

As time yet flies
Like the wings of a butterfly
In the wardrobe it goes
Though never to return
Perhaps a time for change it was

// Considering to change the theme of this blog to a more fitting one for the new purpose of my posts.
Behold fellow lovers of words. 
A new time awaits.
Where look and fill goes hand in hand. 


Hail the Drowned Ones

Twisted soul of dark eyes
Leave the night and begin your journey
Through the sorrow of your sins
And through the pit of guiltiness
Until the stars above are red
You across the sea cannot pass
In which the corpses of your hopes
Lie beneath the ocean white

The stream of power and forgiveness
Has everyone in the city drowned
The ones who once were wise and still
Are yet only still to become
Until you drown the Drowning Sea
Your tears still flood with the same water

When finally the sun will rise
And the coal birds rise from the ashes
Skies will gather forcefully around
Shape your life, form and being
Until you make out the shape of the drowned
O hail above, the Drowned Ones


A tribute to Bobby Singer

The many different tongues you let out your mouth
For strength and to protect
Even when the world is about to fall
The last stand from another world
Will rise in the depths of your heart
Cause why says anybody
That fierce can't be out of love? 

In memoriam of Bobby Singer the Great Man whose every thought was about those he loved

- Medha