You are a twilight sky of rippling hair.

You are the grief as the heavens cry out in pain.

You are the smell of pleasure in a party popper.

You are the stormy sea slapping the sandy shore.

You are the laughter of the lighthouse tittering at the rocks below.

You are the smell of candy from a sweet shop absorbing children for a price.

You are the impossibility of a red arctic, a silent erupting volcano and a non-sporting Mr Togher.

You are number 8 ,a superhero’s mask, the snowman’s body and a double loop the loop of a rollercoaster.

YOU ARE THE END!