It was night and there was an eerie silence all around,
With in the midst, were coffee, candles and a plushy couch,
Sat a lady, with dark glistening eyes, pensive, without a sound,
Wound for warmth with a thick shawl, motionless in a slouch.
She still felt a bitter cold but looked on into the dark yore.
She neither smiled nor frowned, and sat like astir as a stone.
Many thoughts chattered and battered away her mind sore,