Part 1: The First Glance

Dancing in the shadows

An audience of the willows

She was unaware of him

Staring at her with face grim

He was entranced by her

Her purity was a lure

Why did the king of dark

Want to leave on her his mark

He was confused and angered

And suddenly she staggered

‘Esmeralda’ he silently shouted

In the intense pain she pouted

‘Who is there?’ She asked

As the shadows had him masked

‘I will meet you soon.’ He promised

His words Esmeralda had missed

With that he went back to his abode

As the night seeing her dance applaud