A dim midnight chaotic scene.
And a girl, barely more above sixteen,
Holding rotten white tulips;
Along the thundering;
And the roaring ocean inbetween.
A sight perfect for the Halloween.

The thunder roars his heart beguile
"Free me! From cloud's slavery, it's so hostile",
The girl silently listens,
But, says no word.
Neither she appears to reconcile
Of cries so loud, from far of mile.

Surprisingly , the howling sea laughs
"I'm amazed! looking at your misery's graphs,...