To, the Knight.

Last night as she stood
On the lonely terrace,
Listening to that voice
Throw icicles at her,
Not one missing its point--
Her eyes fell on the name
I had once scribbled
On those shabby yellow walls,
While I got soaked
In the warmth of your voice;
And she heard a groan
As his voice faded away.....
I looked on as she fell !
Tomorrow, when i go up again,
She will still be there.
Getting soaked in the icicles
The grey sky will throw at her.
Not one, will miss its point.