Just before midnight played its Symphony
Knocked a Princess’s bedroom window, a blue Nightingale.
Melted her body so shy in its night gown like golden honey
Till the Nightingale set his tender tune, setting shyness on sail,
And a journey on a starless sky deck began
Where honey beneath dancing snow lit the dim Moon
That lit stars and ordered breeze to form his Princess’s fan
To get the honor of her dance, he sewed the night to a suit of an elegant tycoon.
Midnight’s Symphony, the start of a royal ball, declared
Where no drinks were served, yet drunk went everything:
The ears from the tenderest ever divine rhythm heard,
The eyes from the twinkling star destined to make her Majesty’s ring,
And the senses from the cloud burning her feather in to incense.
Everything seemed to happily serve harmony along the Two
But the jealous Sun with the crawling dawn sent the Moon his death sentence.
Glimpsing at him withering over his deathbed, scared she flew
Back to her room; broken-hearted, bleeding eyes bowed to pray
Their Hymns tore Sun’s merciless heart that grew pale and pale
But the Princess’s neither raised nor shined that day
Until the desired Prince knocked her window again with his gentle hail…