Roaming the depths,
the city's bowels,
a maze of catacombs,
and sewer pipes.

A ray of sunlight pierces
my monochromatic depths,
a lone beam, reflected through a storm drain,
projecting a beautiful shadow.

Intrigued, I look into the light,
blinded, not by the brightness,
but by the beauty standing within,
is she an angel, a fairy, a dream.

Red hair dances at her shoulders,
the breeze a choreographer,
bronzed skin glows, as her shoulders
are revealed by her white tank top.

I find myself staring into a pair,
of deep blue eyes, I begin to drown within.
suddenly I realize, that I am being seen by her,
no longer hidden in my dungeon existence.