a waltz upon awkwardly falling rain
the lady wore an anxious refrain
and under the moon there was a shadow
a long walking, beloved beau

and they danced, the roads have frozen
a brazen path, they have spoken
beyond their minds, holding the midnight
the moon has gone, the couple uptight

many of us spun under the light
of unconscious dyad here tonight
and many wonder, were they aware?
of a raincloud closing the affair?

a motion in process of a great delight
seeing nothing else but this plight
of many.. considered as dangerous spite
not severe to the one's blind sight



...until now