I met a man of steel,
his eyes were as rusted as an abandoned car, his ears were like an old pole,
he can build anything with his rusted mind as if he was a genie.
I met a child of thoughts,
as you looked at there face you could tell they were thinking among there self
as if they were saying it loud they had expression on there face there lips smacked open and closed but no words came out.
I met a boy called Storm,
When he cried his eyes lit up with lightning and a storm appeared
Everywhere he travelled a Hurricane appeared and destruction follow
His fingers were like natural disaster magnets sucking up demolished towns.