You are a broken spirit of the night,

Whose wings seek air of flight,

He who has a broken spirit,

And must carry the pain with it,

From high in the sky you see well,

Sighting she that delivers a spell,

Upon your heart she takes hold,

Speaking love words laced of cold,

Yet you make effort to sing loud,

To the audience he sings proud,

Tightly tuned ears hear each note,

As he sings words to her he wrote,

Tear drops in his heart go unseen,

Those that know watch him so keen,

And a prayer goes out that he survive,

We also give thanks to see him live.

The end,
by Pat for James Marcal