Dear Nightingale

Dear Nightingale, an ode to your betrayal.

 It's been an eternity since I last set my orbs upon your grace,
Since I heard the opus of your story, dear Nightingale. 

Tell me, where has your heart wandered all these aeons?
In the midst of heaven's meadows, nurturing dead gardens?
The forgotten blooms of arcane transcendence?
I prayed your innocence ne'er tarnished your septic poetry.

Did you finally rescind those memories of illicit sacrilege?
Or did you cast away your recollection into beauty's gloom?
I damned the day I would see you again, dear Nightingale,
Now that you're here, a smile pains the coil I tried to forget.

You stand in all your glory, a guise of blue and white,
Three nails crucifying my heart to the portrait of your deity.
A simple laugh; "You don't understand it, my dear"
Ichor runs free, in place of rusted, black blood.

"You cannot hurt me any more, the philosopher is dead,
For my oceans ran dry the moment you walked away.
I found a kingdom in my woeful and dolorous reflection,
With the mirror fractured, my search for beauty; deficient.

You left me out with the waste of your antecedent entity, 
Ne'er to nurse the constellation of tears that cascaded with your betrayal.
I found myself in the bottom of a fragmented bottle that day, 
And there the renascence of my poetry unfolded."

It's been an eternity since I last set my orbs upon your poise, 
Since you handed the man you loved the gun, dear Nightingale.

And he shot himself, three times.

So the memory of you would burden his life no more...

Reviews

[TheRaven]

Of what I've read on this site, you're my favorite simply because of this piece. This is high quality writing, Wolf. Your style is gorgeous, your wording is elegant and precise. I definitely see where your poet inspirations come from but you've got your own style that's individualized. I get this letter to love, perhaps a letter to an ex-girlfriend/boyfriend in metaphorical terms. The nightingale was a great choice of symbolism. And the switch from first person to third in the ending was an extremely effective ending. 'And he shot himself, three times.' That's deep, that's heartfelt. The radiant beauty of love, and the darkness of its other side during times of turmoil... that other side, that death. I get this weariness towards love, cautious in the moment it arrives again. Kind of like first time heartbreak and then the second person we meet has a hard time getting past the walls we put up as we are more aware of those coils that bind. Three shots; rule of three... I wonder where he shot himself three times. Mind, body, spirit? I'll be reading much more from you.

[Mercy Fae]

I am speechless. This is very deep.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Deep, erudite, flowing in a loving and bitter memory of what was once present.

Regards,
Al

[Caradoc]

Excellent.

That ending...

-Caradoc