The Nightingale, and Selected Poems

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The Nightingale, Writ in Time
My poignant end - 'twas painstakingly vile.
Above my sepulchre, the fates have scourged thee.
Cursed I am, only to exist in guile...
To exist, only for the mind to see.
O' Lord, thy absolution escapes me!
My judgment looms like the Damocles Sword.
Is it not enough that I am not free?
Can there be no way to reach an accord?
Is your hate stronger than pity for my kind?
Should I purchase sins that I can afford,
Now that you have already left me behind?
O' mighty Saviour, save me from Death's hold,
So that I may escape a world gone cold...


The Nightingale, Writ in Time (Modified)
My poignant end - ‘twas painstakingly grim,
Yet I have no regrets, no last words to say!
I had a zest for life, overflowing at the brim,
Like a pitcher, contents melted on a summer day.
I lived life on my owns terms, my own way,
My gift with the pen warmed me through the cold.
I captured the Nightingale, a spring day in May…
I experienced Paradise, as Revelation foretold!
I never had my dearest Miss Brawne to love and hold,
Yet I cherish all memories of her - those that I keep.
There is not a rhyme, nor a word left to be sold.
I go now to the Ever After, whose spoils I shall reap.
O’ glorious Heaven high above, a message to you I send:
A nightingale rises to you on the breath of Nature’s wind.


The Chaplain’s Prayer
The sky pays no attention to the dying son,
As the long grass sways in rhythmic cadence.
The wind carries his solemn cries aloft,
As his painful expressions grow shallow and weak…

And the spirit of the lamb rose to its Shepherd,
Futile words I sing, lost amidst the wolves.
Hear not the war’s pipers, for they know not what they sing!
Escape the destruction of us hideous vipers!

And I turned my head to the Heavens above.
Little time he has left, before he leaves this world.
I kneel beside his body, and begin to pray,
Amidst the smoke and fire of this Hellish eve.

Dear Heavenly Father, I ask of thee,
Save this child from war, and make him new!
Shield him from suffering, thru the perilous night,
Give only to him what is fair and just.

Let no psalm or song attempt to sing of his praises,
For no war is glorified with the question it asks:
If war breeds hymns for those nevermore,
What are we singing for?

Lord Almighty, take this child away,
Into Paradise, where the Angels sing.
Take him back where you first gave him life…
Let him revel in the innocence of childhood again!

And if you answer me, O’ Lord, to him allow me to say:
Dear child, may the Angels of Heaven lead you on.
There is no more world left to haunt you.
Now, go in peace with God my son.

Escape this world of evil and sin,
In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.