Once upon a midnight's day, oh so very long ago,
A man, he came, and he drifted through the falling snow
His head held high so that all around may see,
That none of us were brave enough, all except for he.
He towered over us in his prowess, a light before the dark,
His heart beating just enough to drown out the singing of the lark,
Leading behind him, a brave companion felled,
That when the time shall come again, the darkness shall be quelled.
But fear was not a broken thing in the man himself,
He placed upon the ground so cold, a unifying shelf,
That on this fateful day arrived so soon,
The sun shall come and chase away the ever watchful moon.
The loving child so lost, held within his strong arms, slowly failing,
The evil to be conquered truly was assailing.
Lost within the broken heart of a truthful love
The angels came and sang their songs, flying up above.
With promises now within their grasp the others try to assure
That so long as together they remain, their love will be evermore.
The man, so sad was he, kneeled upon the ground cradling his child,
And wept for the one he became when she had been beguiled.
With tears so blatantly lying on his face,
He left the crowd and carried her so that none might erase
the love he felt for her life as she was oh so pure
But if that love be returned, of that he was unsure.
Shining in the dying light of the careless world
The wings of the dragon's beast, slowly they unfurled,
And with the anger riding them so high,
The Monster, himself, gave a helpless sigh.
The Lover, her savior, and The Nightingale,
always in the light, forever we shall hale.