The night choked on a limb,
Your hand was holding it's teeth at bay,
Your will halting any advance,
Destroying all the evil I saw today,
The wars crashing outside my window,
The snow covering the windy streets,
The hail knocking the window,
Drumming to a lovely beat,
A saw a bird camping,
She sat there resting on her perch,
But she fell unexpectedly,
Since it was quite a weak birch,
She flapped and fought,
But the fall was too great,
She held onto the slim hope,
But her life was a heavy freight,
I awaited to see her succeed,
But I saw no hope,
The night was quiet,
Silence groomed the unraveled rope,
As the night lingered without your arrival,
I fought on, with great avail,
The pain was great,
But you subsided the nightingale.
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