on may way home

                   On my way home.


On my way home. I met a man called Thunder.

he had fingers as sharp as a knife 

His eyes have a wild thunder storm crashing down on the city below.

He had a face like an explosive monster in the city of lightning.


 On my way home. I met a girl called Summer.


She had eyes as beautiful as the hot sun on a summer’s morning.

Her neck had tattoos of city’s of light that glowed like a million pound chandeliers.

She had shoes that shined like crystals, 

preserved for hundreds of years.


On my way home. I met a man called Dagger

His hair was as spiky as sharpened daggers

He had eyes like a furious Buffalo looking for his prey

His hands had tattoos of battles of darkness.


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