I saw her high on the mountain peak,
Still not knowing what to seek.
The thunder raged;
And the clouds ran as if they were being chased.

With her gifted voice she sang,
And a man screamed at her with a nasal twang.
Upon that high hill,
She seemed prepared to kill;
She was one of those beautiful women with a strong will.

The armoured man,
With a bold attitude ran;
For in her eyes,
She had the power to drive fear by surprise.

In the middle of the war standing we were,
I could see the love for me in her.
We walked towards each other with a fast pace,
But we made sure we did not have to chase.

She made each move with enchanting grace,
That she could hypnotise everyone and win the race.
It seemed as I was going through a test,
So that she could tell I was better than the rest.

She was wearing a beautiful white dress,
Even though I was poor, by looking at her I felt as if I got no less.
The bullets raged and cannon balls flew,
We both were impatient as if we were standing in a long queue.

We continued our peaceful walking,
The soldiers around us did their shouting and talking;
But we did not care,
Because feelings were what we were to share.

We were close at last,
The war seemed a thing of the past.
The number of cannons that flew were three;
They hit us both and we fell right beneath the holy tree.

Her wounds suddenly healed,
While I was still bleeding, the deal had been sealed.
She stood up and a smile across her face was looking like a bright matchstick lit,
For in heaven I decided to call her The Chanting Spirit!