The (Marvelous) Midnight Sonnet

It was only this morning when I met the young boy

Sitting so calmly on that wooden bench

Singing softly to himself that song I knew well

That marvelous midnight sonnet

With a sleek black suit and a bowler hat

And a gold tinted cane by his legs

He closed his eyes and hummed along

That marvelous Midnight Sonnet

It was then I approached him were he sat

And asked him for his name

And the reason how he came to know

The marvelous Midnight Sonnet

He opened one eye, turning his gaze to me

And inspected me through and through

And then replied that it was not mine

This marvelous Midnight Sonnet

This I knew, still I covet its revelry

That lovely black night song

That fills my soul with love and sorrow

Oh marvelous Midnight Sonnet

So I replied, course it is not mine

And took a seat by him on the bench

He smiled in kind and said with a grin

It is MY marvelous Midnight Sonnet

Upon this I knew he had challenged me

For ownership on this song

So night and day I sang out my soul

The marvelous Midnight Sonnet

But as soon as I finished he had only begun

To carry his voice from dawn to dusk

Yet another version of the black night song

Yet still there it was, that marvelous Midnight Sonnet

So louder and louder we kept our songs

To defeat our enemies wills

And so days went by as we sang aloud

Our marvelous Midnight Sonnets

Until one day came upon us a girl

Who walked by hand in hand with her mother

Who pointed to her little young angel, just out of the blue

Oh, that's the Midnight Sonnet