The perils of a great big Fall.
The clutches of the frost,
Deters not at any cost.
The wrath of the serpentine path,
But me?, at the eye of the storm she hath.
All along an aquatic cover,
And atop a distant tower,
The sole thought of an enchanting goddess,
Of warmth and of immense fondness.
Shrouded in darkness and unwilling to unveil,
The course as uncertain as her trail.
Thoughts returned of that dreaded fall,
That hilarious night I vividly recall.
All the gallantry and all the pain,
Sheer mockery and in real vain.
The key to her kingdom?
She'd said-"later you bum!".
