Story of wilson..contd...

Wilson today turned 34,
and like every year he sat indoor
crouching in fear, hiding from the sunlight,
dreading his shadow may fall again in sight.

The bright day dusked into night
and heavy clouds hovered and feebled the moonlight,
Wilson thought the night was fittingly dark
for him to step out.

And as he stepped towards the door
he heard a soft knock..
In all these year he had not heard a voice,
or seen a face except silhouttes in the dark.
And as he heard the slight rapping
his heart sunk in and he felt queasy.
Almost dyspneic he staggered back..

And then he heard a song faraway,
a voice so melifluent that it made him sway,
anulling his fears,it lifted his spirits..
almost enchanted wilson stepped out
and saw a girl standing,
her beauty was angellic her eyes true and wide,
her golden hair beneath her bonnet glittering in the moonlight.

She looked into his eyes and softly said
guide me dear Wilson to the 'mountain of the dead'....