Flight

Thy time has come to say good night for thy tired of this fight to kill the pain of love and despair while working in lair.
A time of peace, a time of calm to rest and sleep during night filled song.
To slumber, sleep, daze, and gaze into the dark of night think of things for which to make a day fufilled and to sing the rightful sound.
For now I tell a tale of life of which a bird does rightfully like and take a time and spread its wings early to take flight.