Chance of a MeetingIt was a chance of a meeting,I have met a gentleman on the streets of London;Late into the night when our paths had crossed each other.I could never forget The gentlemans physical appearance at all.He had well groom dark wavy tress that is dark as midnight.His pallid flesh is pale as the moons light, as if he had never seen the sun.His icy touch is bitter as a wintry blizzard.I could never forget The clothing that the gentleman had worn either.He worn expensive tailor suit with a matching top hat on his head.He carried an ornate cane that signifies his social status in the society.Who was this gen