I met a boy of ice

he was quite nice

but his heart was a frozen prizon

and his eyes were slices of a snow storm

I met pixies of lime green

they were quite keen

their wings were like staind glass

and their hair was like grass

their eyes were ambers from a burning fire

and their hands were as elegant and fragile as a butterfly

I saw deamons unleash from hell

it sounded like they were ringing a bell

there wings were sheaded

and their tails were like blood whips

their eyes were gateways to hell

and their hair was like fire

I met a water dragon

its wings were glisserning water

under the harsh sun

and its eyes were saphires that shon like the crown jules

its body was a navy blue

and its mouth was coverd in dagger like teeth

that shon like a second place trophy

I saw a goblin named hoblin

his teeth were rotting cheese

when he talked a stench leaked out

which made me sneese

his eye was a black whole

that stared into my sole

I met a pack of zombies

they had wonds the size of footballs

and missing limbs

they chased me for my brain

( allthough its not quite big)

I smashed them with a frying pan

that blew them into bits

I met a girl named darkness

her heart was an empty space

that hid secrets deep inside

her hood made her face a dark shaddow

but her eyes were red ovles that stared into your sole

I met a boy of fire

his hair was spiky flames

his hands were as  hot as moltin lava

that burnt my wrist