I Hate The Pleasant Breeze Poem by glorious alice

I was on the way to a city
I had to cross a forest to reach that
Though there were gossips on vampires
I turned down myself with a whispering nod
Bouquet of the air tamed down my reek of fame
Gloaming sky warned me there was a deadlock-but
Kept walking was my fate for not swelling my wound
She was on the way with navigating stick
That led me to the glossy way
Her face glared that outdid my gleaming face
The umbrella of her shielded me from my sweet rain
Her magical hand healed my wounded hand as soon as having a touch-while
I was not aware that vampires never gorge putrid human flesh
Her thundering words saved me from stalking wild animals
I continued with jocular chats
To approach my town was decorated with wild lilies
I could hear the laugh of tiny grass-that would witness my predecessor of scapegoats
The sweet lady became sour
My scooped eyes were seeing my flesh being sandwiched
Then I found myself-that
All she did was for my little heart.