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

Groot

I am Groot, I 

I am Groot,

Groot, I am Groot

I am Groot

Groot

Groot, I

Groot

We are
Groot

//Not obvious at all

What movie I've seen

Though I will reveal,

Groot. 

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