Songless Nightingale

My first sensible ballad,rising above the concept of stinking and boring lovey dovey crap

 Once there was a nightingale

The Glory of the yellow dale

Like a damless river,her voice flowed

With melody, the whole dale echoed

But her jealous fella birds

Murdered her spirit,by the swords of words

With tears she lost,in the melancholy sky

Until her wings resisted to fly

Landed at a distant place

The Glory lost her Grace

Her Heart Broke like a crystal toy

But there she met a lonely boy

"O! My Songless Nightingale

I beg you,to stop your wail",he said.

Unexpected,but she heard his request

And headed her beak towards the west

The boy followed with a gentle smile

And reached a shoreless isle

Where there were no more noises

And the Glory recollected her rejoices

The place consisted of heaven and of hell

And sitting on the scaffold of well

Glory gained her melody back again

But this time it echoed pain

Boy heartily listened to the song

But could sense something wrong

Behind the ominous banyan tree

But her voice made him carefree

Behind the tree,there was a hunter

Fired his gun,like a thunder

Which pierced the heart of the Glory

Forever,and silenced all her melody

Forever,..........

With silenced emotions she fell

Into the depths of the unending well

Boy cried that he couldn't save

His friend lying in her grave

"O! My friend,my Nightingale

Why you left me amidst of sail?

Let me clean your wounds and blood

Let me see you,make my eyes flood"

Sprung out of the well was her live spirit

Brought an essence to the aroma,and lit

The spirits of dead,

And said,

"O!My friend,my saviour,my guide

You were the one to bring me delight

But one more request can I make?

Will you make this place a memorial for my sake?"

Since he made that noble choice

He was gifted with her soothing voice

xxx

Author's Note

I am open to every critical appreciation

This is my first experiment on long ballads