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.