Flumping back to the upper berth, reminiscing the foregone;

Demons, Devils and Hellhounds striding down the town;

Mischievous, yet fearless she unveils her identity;

Not realising her impishness could wound the reality;

She gasps at her shadow as she perceives the long lost tale;

And sprints with a flash of fear, past the stack of stale;

The gorgeous ladies twirled as the bonfire flared up;

With gentlemen appraising “Bonjour” straight up;

A started scene and A commotion among the mass;

Thrilled and awakened as the locomotive slowed down with a bass;

Depicting a sketch ” That’ll be 500 Euros” exclaimed a laddie with brown eyes;

She anxiously replied about the world of lies;

Here glides the trepidation, the horror, the panic and the fright;

As the portrait reads “vanquish the fear of your future and March right”;

And now here I beam and grin conquering “The monster in my life”