A nightjar master
Of disguise,
You pull me in
With tempting lies.
I'd cut your throat
And bleed you dry
In hope to escape
Your haunting cry.
Whippoorwill, whippoorwill stay with me,
Hold me close,
Kiss me, please.
Flighty bird, flighty bird,
You act so shy,
Come so close
Then away you fly.
Sing for me
A lullaby-
Take my soul,
Then sing goodbye.
Misjudged I thought
Until I knew.
The things they said
Were always true.

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