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!