Nighthawk is truly an ugly bird,

His face are covered with splotches as if He had been splattered with mud,

and His beak was flat and split all the way back to his ears.

He was such a sight that just seeing him,

made all other birds uncomfortable.

“Dear sun,

Please bring me to you.

I don’t care that I’ll burn and die.

Even an ugly body like mine will shine as it burns…please, take me”.

Ignoring the dizzying brightness,

Nighthawk flew like an arrow towards the sun.

But no matter how far He flew, He never got any closer to the sun.

Nighthawk was not a brother or true kin of The True Hawk.

Nighthawk had lost all hope, closing his wings, And began to fall to the ground.

And just when those weak legs were so close to the ground.

Nighthawk suddenly flew back up into the sky like a rocket.

Swung his body and ruffled his feathers.

His voice just like a hawk’s…

“I want to go in…”

Thus the nighthawk whisper.

His body began to feel very light.

He didn’t feel hot, cold, hungry, and pain either.

“I see…I died didn’t I?

I didn’t know that dying was this easy…

I don’t have to carry this burden and pain anymore.

I want to go in…”

- The Beast Inside My Mind -