My spirits high
I climb towards the sky
It’s a sunny day
Warming up the belay
Her lovely curves
Our hands intertwine
We dance majestically
Up the beautiful line
A twirl, a spin
Her bronze tanned skin
A jump, a delight
I catch her mid flight
The climax is near
The top soon appears
I await a sweet kiss
But only rain begins to hiss
And over her bow
The thunderstorm roars
Her anger endowed
With bright daggers towards
Tears form in great torrents
Threatening to spit me off
She now finds me abhorrent
Our bond growing soft
I hastily retreat
Her face now not joy-ant
She continues to beat
Her wrath now flamboyant
I scamper away
Shook cold to the bone
Why such a repay
After such a sweet tone
Will I pursue her
Once again up that great stone?
Or will I refuse her
And travel alone?