Riding to home, never realized about the path
Road taken, seemed to be long as life,
Trees running along were fast as time
Stormy was the path, finding shelter to survive.
Sooner on the edge of hell, discovered a cottage
Held by an old man, daughter standing to his side,
No doubt, they looked keened to help during demonic hour
But, I couldn't get my eyes off, while she enticed.
The night got late and dark, enough to fell asleep
While my supper, she offered him sleep
For her allured and ravished mien, I couldn't resist
Proposed my vows, without caring the steep.
Vows were promising, she looked pleased while I was on knee,
next happened the story, the dark hour, beautiful lass and me.
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