I was the sweet damsel in distress!
Waiting for my love, an enigmatic sailor.
At the castle,waiting for his egress,
In vain gowns and a luscious healthy pallor!

The mysterious sea, an abyss of a night,
That was too dark and threatening.
The winds busy, enjoying a merry fight.
Omnipresent and howling, then growling.

The moon has sadly, somehow vanished,
Perhaps behind clouds, seeking refuge.
Or perhaps, the weather had it banished
In aims of wrecks and a heavy deluge.

My heart cherishes that teary memory,
Of my bidding that last, goodbye,
To him and his gallant emories,
And the obligation, not to cry!

Hence,i fearlessly stand,gazing at sea,
As if waiting for a sudden miracle,
The exotic rails silently protecting me,
From any tangible pain or hassles.