Nightingale012

I am the crystal flame. I want the world to hear my name. When asked, my heart gave its desire, To love itself like dancing fire. I whispered it could have everything, Anything on earth that I could bring, Except what it wanted. And oh, my soul was haunted, A ghost itself a pathetic image, Cold hands and a white visage, And a desperate heart named a second price, “Maybe… if every other did I might.” So my ghost wandered from my corpse, Lost, it found a poisoned blade, and holy sword, And learned an ancient mourning chord. “Nightingale, oh you will sing, the saddest song… And hearts will wring.” The