It was not the fault of dame
For the night played a game
She dressed up for a fair
But end up getting despair.

The long wayward path
Like the frizzy hair of a frenzy rapunzel...
Sweet blossoms and cool wind...
Like a spooky hummingbird she walked...

Across the lane when she stepped in...
A flash like thunder storm hit her eyes...
That was the flash of her mind...
The untold story...

An Angel was revealed...
Out from the other side she saw a miracle...
She was reminded of that parting ...
An epic parting with partnership...

She tried rescuing herself from the clutches of those eyes...
An eye of her world...
On being distressed the damsel got confused...
Suddenly everything changed...

They got embraced by the same air...
Sweat slide down her spines......