Nightingale's Honor

I listen to the silent loud night, as you do
As you do also and I wonder 


Is the night entitled to cast shame 

On the lonesome vessel 

That held for centuries old 

The sparkle of dame as blessed  

Are words authored not to be of ignominy  

To call as the oldest profession as thus

And walk on eggshells with disobedient 
Empty of the cradle that once was tended  

But then I ask which one of you cowards

Came by foot to court’s assembly

As you journeyed from stars to earth, nine 

Is the night entitled to cast this shame 


The orchid will be the lady of the night for me
To bring back honor, to Nightingale's shame