The Crow & The Nightingale Poem by Ashley Fortin

Black eyes meet the navy dawn,
Taking flight,
Unsilent and taunting.
Bronze hazel eyes meet the pink sunset,
Taking flight,
Whispering songs and comforting tunes.
Lonely and dieing,
A tree stands alone,
When the crow and the Nightingale,
Begin to song in tone.
Flight has taken their souls,
Both loved,
And unloved,
Still untouched and yet upon winds,
Have brought them to this lonely tree.
Bare and withering,
They come upon the frail tree branches.
Eyes of both dark palettes,
Songs of both high and low.
Come together on this cold winter night,
In between both end and beginning,
Of a world through both eyes.
And together their songs had brought back a tie,
To the earth,
To the sky,
And together both died.