The Courtship Of Nightingales Poem by Titus Llewellyn

'Twas split by syrinx calls at la Versailles
like courtesans to whom the nightingales
would thrall exalt to frolics and excess,
to flit amongst the Château's lost details.

As unpaired males assert themselves, i guess,
their valiant to efforts acquiesce,
lolita fashioned, envies them offhand
reward, - some kind of throne or noblesse?

Then listen, during dusk to understand,
distinction, neoclassic styles expand
the nightingales shall woo until a gauge,
in artform has accomplishments in grand.

So freely to remain outside this cage,
the life and times, the nightingale back stage
enchants us soon by flight, the height it scales,
we otherwise may else at young an age.