She stood in the middle of the Street.

Drapped in purple satan that covered her from head to toe. She stood there vailed and with reason.

Traffic stopped for blocks away, no one knew what was standing behind the purple drapped vailed.

Horn’s blaring and noise rising through the clouds, she stood there silent and un-moved by the noise.

People started to get out of their car’s as the police made way through the jammed traffic towards the inter-section.

Then the purple satan drapped started to un-vail and the wind blew against it.

People was amazed at the movement of the drapped that looked like poetry in motion. then it happend, a tall, beauti emerged with long legs and a head dress of a queen

Her face was a beauti never seen, and her hair was black as night that shined so in the sun.

She dropped the purple vail and position her self for dance.

Everyone stood silent as they watched her move in motion across a sea of people. Who would dare grab her? She was unknown to them all.