THE MAN AND HIS VISITOR

A charming young gentleman, 

Dwelled alone in his abode.

Did the chores at night and slept in daytime, never stepped out.

No friends had he nor a family, 

And apparently, never had a visitor.

One fine dusk, he heard a knock on the door

"A guest!" cried he.

'Twas an enchanting lady, he invited her in.

Oh, but why wouldn't he?

Talked they for hours on end, till the sun was nearing the horizon.

"Can you get some wine?" asked she,

And would he refuse?

Off he sprinted and returned with two glasses,

But the lady was gone, the door still bolted from inside.

Wondered he for hours, how the lady had moved out,

For the door was locked and there were no windows.

And then it struck, he was the last man on Earth.

So you tell me, who was the lady?