Once in a mild whisper,
Dashed a furious tale...!
Where a piece of joy was scarred..
Beneath the lowlands!!
Had a sack of knowledge with her...
But the mind was quite pale!
Tranquil name was marred...
And soul filled with commands..!!
A blinder, the eye, disguised as red!
A splendor, vanished at a glance,
Weakened the muscles near the cheeks..
Refused to smile for a while.
The nature gasped by the time,
She knew some hard dismal chimes..
Muttered in shaking wave,
Who I am wasn't brave!
The tale focused to a terrible climax...
It was she the wight who smiled!
She laughed again,
Without a cease..
Hurried by joy